saints of imperfection

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forward, forward, always forward
nothing good that’s over can ever count —
but somehow the bad that’s over and done
still gets held against us
good deeds and praise and
monumental achievements seem
to disappear in time through the conscious eyes
of those perceiving the tragic narrative around us…
the recency effect is potent, but that
doesn’t mean it should encompass all,
grudges stay, scandals remain,
and somehow good people still get…