Karma

Memories can’t change

But eventually they fade

The heart can often be wrong

But eventually it will be right

Words will feel like bullets

But eventually are no longer heard

Your soul may be damaged

But eventually it will heal

Money may come and go

But a true friend will always stay

False prophets may pose and bray

They will get their dues one day

Gossip will dig in and destroy

But often turn upon its maker

Karma may take some time

But eventually it will come round

Just like the end of this rhyme

Authors blurb: karma is bitch and she sounds like this: haha!