A CROSS TO CARRY
Unresolved issues become little tails,
Following us around, putting us in jails,
they grow even longer as gossip bounds,
be coming ever bigger as the do the rounds.
It grows like a shadow that over us looms,
daily growing darker bringing its dooms,
nip it in the bud and get it sorted,
before it becomes completely distorted.
Later in life it becomes a cross,
getting heavier with added dross,
it rears its head when least expected,
causing disaster as we're rejected.
Others may use it as a sword to strike,
because we didn't bother to make it right,
regrets always come way to late,
crying and mourning outside the gate. ©
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