The Future of the Past

When you think of the old past, One by one the pictures flash; Though they turn back the clock, The hands of time won't crash. Yesteryears are but a memory Written in your heart and mind; But history repeats itself, You cannot leave it behind. Yesterdays give you the morrows, For that's what are they designed; You can wait for the next day, But not for the auld lang syne. About one's humble beginnings, His grand ambitions as well; By blood and sweat, he soars Toward triumph, all can tell. When you dream of the future, Either that is far or near; Look back where you came from, Reaching the goal without fear. Happiness and heartache In this life won't forever last; In clear brightness, you shall see The future of the past.