The Past

By: rontwigger The past we just leave behind With its utmost ardor and courage Seems to linger on our veins Egging us to sashay with hope. The moments we want to shine Filled with hope, faith and trust--so genuine. Upon our warm, wide open arms Ready to feed, ready to fend. All that are gone are sure to come Making us realize that life is but a juggle Nothing's pure and nobody's perfect Impurities, we have; impeccabilities we love. The future we long to have Amidst the gazillion possibilities Divided by heaven and hell All staccatos are towards eternity.