Let Sleeping Dogs Lie Poem by Eric Paeplow

I don't want to talk about it; do we have to bring it up again?
You never seem to look ahead, but rather, behind instead.
Your sights, not on the future, but instead, on past history
It's all in days gone by, why can't you ever, let sleeping dogs lie.

Instead of looking ahead, you'd rather begrudge
Leave it alone, let it be, it's all water under the bridge
Flowing downstream, already on its way to the sea
But not for you, you can't ever seem to let things be

Always picking and poking, as if on an old crusty scab
Always suspicious, of the real meaning of past words said
Working yourself into a frenzy, over suspicions and intuitions
Rapt in no basis of truth, or even reality; bring the subject to an end

Let's not go over it all again, the things of which you said
Are all based on ancient history, let it go, let's not relive it all again
It's all in the past; it's all in days gone by, so why can't you ever
Let sleeping dogs lie…