In looking through a book I hadn't picked up in quite some time, (thank you Jean for reminding me) I found a great little poem that I had forgotten all about.
I've found a little remedy
To ease the life we live
And make each day a happier one---
It is the word 'forgive'.
So often little things come up
That leave a pain and sting,
That covered up at once would not
Amount to anything.
'Tis when we hold them up to view,
And brood and sulk and fret,
They greater grow before our eyes;
'Twere better to forget.