We harbor many chips, grievances and bitterness  

And some of us dwell on them - and so do miss

Opportunities which go beyond the usual fare

When bells are clearly rung - pealing in air



Calling us to re-assess the situation displayed

And quizzing us to balance things as now made

With admonitions to open up those trap doors

And let slide those feelings we have stored



Well ... let me state this - the heart is willing

But the spirit which guides is not full to spilling

And even though it is possible to drop open the door

The latch which keeps it shut, is rusted - evermore ...



- Tristram