Ghosts Poem by Andrew Whittaker

Sometimes it’s just best left buried.
Sometimes things need digging up.
Some questions should remain unanswered.
Some stories should never be told.

Bury the past in good memories.
Raise you head and move on.
Bury them good as you find them.
Father, Husband, Brother and Son.

The past is earth and skeletal.
The now is spirit and hurt.
The future is flesh and freedom.
The love is yours to work out.

They can only come back if you let them.
So leave them locked up in the past.
And don’t ever let them haunt you,
those terrible ghosts from the past.


26th October 2002