The weak never can forgive.
must follow then, they’re not really live.
In nature’s great unerring plan,
only the strong may survive.
Tis through a thousand deaths
and through self-doubt;
the weak must forever, nurse, a wrong,
never to know what life is all about.
Forgiveness, is the attribute of the strong,
I forgive them, that only shout and rant,
forever spouting the words- I can’t.
Tout est fini.
© Al (Alex-Alexander) D. Girvan
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