She sent her children off to church
While she slept with the next-door neighbour
The old man didn’t mind, of course
She was doing him a favour

And he said:
“Those kids could use the fear of God
And a taste of earthly labour
And as for romance, my dear
I’m more content with work and beer
That bloke can have you
He can have you all to himself”

Suddenly she loved him
“******* and lies,” she swore
She had looked into the future
Then she slammed the door and swore some more

And she said:
“When all is always dead and gone
Forgive, forget, relabel
You know you’re boring me to tears
Regrets, denial, fears and anger
But it’s complicated
And I don’t have a time machine”

So in the end they worked it out
But what about remainders?
We are baptised in all their fears
Regrets, denial, tears and anger
And then forsaken
As the past becomes a part of us