Past is Gone

Never to be seen again; the past.

Looking back, into the hour glass.

Flying by; slipping our grasp.

Watching the sands of time—disappear;

Into the ocean—drops a single tear.

Washed away, as memories fade;

Promises of hope and love—forgotten;

Soon again—your heart be broken.

Endless cycles, as we grow older;

Never young again.

Wishing the haunting ugliness away;

Attempting to hold onto beauty;

Failure seeps in—no more trying.

Let it go; the past is behind us.

We have no choice; face the reality,

Of the winding roads—

Through the lives we lead.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in 2003

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