If an old resentment came in a printed form,
It wouldn't be worth the paper it was printed on.
It would also be like a worthless currency to continue to pass around,
This negative input becomes like litter tossed to now become cluttered ground,
Such useless scatter, disturbing matter, distracting to be put into a new day's view,
Someone's old resentment is a waste that subtracts from life's true beauty and from me and from you,
It leaves nothing behind but a mess of tangled windwhipped trash caught by whatever it can cling to,
And sometimes these past resentments are passed on for another generation to wade and sort through.
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