Forgive your past self
Out of the fortunes of this graceful present time
Joyfully erect a wall between you and him, with no door and no keys
With ugly rough cement and shapeless stones on your side
And flowers, paint and pictures on his
As you rummage through the closet of your mind,
Keep your mental hands away from his shelf.
Lest he slowly encroaches from behind
Swallows, and dissolves you back into himself
If you must look at the shades of skin,
you have shed and the ones you have kept
Do not look back at him with mockery or contempt
Lest in envy he strips off your now glowing shiny skin
Stop not at his yards, even when you are tired and lost
He will knock you down from your high horse
Gorge out your eyes, make you blind and morose
Visit him not, for he is now a ghost.