time-honored

You've been around so long by now.
The parts and sum have equaled out
to some beloved whole, or less
or more. You stand redeemed,
we guess. Your flaws are just.
A part of you. We know what comes
along with, too. And this effect
somewhere along the way becomes
a comforting, dependable relief
in life, and so you stay.

And so we say: three cheers
for you! Whose worst
we've long since learned
to miss, to duck, to dodge,
avoiding this. And scoop
your well-known goods
in bliss. It isn't

ignorance.
It's innocence
of some strange kind,
aligned and reconciled
to all the good of what
we know, and long-since
find.

We turn towards you the eyes
of partial blind - the wrong
so long-burned in it sticks,
persists in vision,
but dismissed.

You can do no wrong, miss.