I am used to the future being unevenly distributed,
by parents who bury their pasts in their child's present,
as if, for rich or poor, their past was their gift to the future.
Where 'We do what we know to do.' excuses a lot of error.
What is harder to return to, or forgive, is when the past
that is planted into the present makes finding forgiveness
harder for the defensiveness, and historic refusal to explain.
But there time will either heal,
or make us recognise the ruin
of old hopes for what they have become.
As a friend said about the remains of buildings
where the birds and the wildlife are the visitors
who appear most 'The best of man is his ruins'.
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