Pains Of The Past Poem by Frederick Nellist

I spoke not goodbye my youth did
I languish in the here and now
Halcyon habits get thee behind
Beltings from dad heaven forbid.

Grand illusions bide where born
Sleeping dogs not wagging tales
Giving lie to present confusion
But at times I'm two ways torn.

My pursuing past is fleet of foot
Sanctuary does not reside by me
Justice not blind at my do or dare
Revenge located on the toe of a boot.

Hilarious youth now aged depressions
Devious behaviour troubles my mind
Maybe not better nor worse than many
I wouldn't mind a few more sessions.