The Lesson Poem by John Tristan Tench
The Lesson
I can barely remember the days when I
Did not tell the page of my suffering;
When I did not fall on it and bleed my pen dry
The sorrows of my week;
When I did not whisper through my eyes.
There may came a day, when that too,
Is but a memory on my mind's horizon;
But that shall not dare invalid the lesson
I found within:
Lean on whom may listen, sincerely;
And forgive those who will not.
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