Papa, you taught me how to forgive,
He taught me how to forget.
But balancing innocence with experience,
Regulating emotions with intelligence,
I can neither forgive you for what you couldn’t give,
Nor forget you for what you gave;
I can neither forgive him for what he didn’t give,
Nor forget him for what he gave.
It’s a complex world, Papa.
We can’t always forgive and forget.
All we can do,
Is learn to accept reality;
And try to forgive even those,
Who leave scars we can never forget.
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...and the scars on our minds. I am moved to forgive, which somehow I'll always remember.It takes time for these 'scars, ' to go way on their own.