yesterday's crimes...

yesterday's crimes

are today's

hauntings

as any conscience

will tell you

boners

blunders

straight up

fuck ups

in the quest

of learning

'tis

a rough terrain

all aspects

vulnerable

no category

left unscathed

tarnished

are our foibles

still tuning

the foghorn

in correction

usually

a day late

a dollar short

milk

all over

the kitchen floor

worn

as a string

of pearls

treasured

protected

hidden away

as valuables

locked tight

usually

losing

the combination

conveniently so

a lesson learned

questioned

as only

time will reveal

the bad habits

past

present

and maybe even

future

being common

hardly

any danger

to others

'tis only

the mirror

that reflects

yesterday's crimes