so many failings

there are so many failings but the one

that most we fear will come to us so fast

it will not truly matter we will cast

away anger and hope then face the sun

one final time knowing the course is done

all dues are paid and all pain in the past

where it belongs nothing left but one blast

of rage or vision to pay for the run

so is it set in the soft human mud

that we call history shaped by the tide

of shallow seas that will all marks erase

and take away as well the taint of blood

letting forgetfulness replace all pride

and a calm vista do instead of praise