In my youth I was often told That confession is good, good for the soul. In a darkened wooden booth I was expected to tell the truth. First a good act of contrition, Confession and then absolution Penance would be meted out forgiveness followed for the devout..
Nowadays thatβs thought Old fashioned. My local barkeep hears my confession. Of course he grants no absolution, He pours Absinthe and shows compassion. And I may or may not Tell the truth While contemplating the Absolute.