The Statute of Limitations Has Run Out

The evil that men do lives after them.

The Statute of Limitation Has Run Out

 

By Elton Camp

 

Most have things in their past

That present life could blast

Whose life’s an open book

So to welcome a close look?

 

We hope none will ever learn

Things our name could burn

What we did way back when

And wouldn’t ever do again

 

Such acts and thoughts as those

That we think nobody knows

Some claim such they didn’t do,

They lie about other things too

 

But the time limit has run out

About such long ago, no doubt

While back then, evil I did do

I’m too old to make any new

 

 

(Autobiographical?  Moi?  Of

course not. It’s just a poem.)