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An Impossible Fix

AN IMPOSSIBLE FIX

       I journey through the woodland
    Hazily I gaze at the shadows of an- 
                  intangible reality
    There I love roses and hate thorns
       Its a Journey to my yesterday
           In a region called mind.
  There I chose silence and hate noise
     I choose hard work and hate sleep
        I choose humility above pride
                  I leave no soul hurt
           I leave no bone fractured
         Carefully I make a great fix

        I journey through the woodland
           A journey from my yesterday
      Like an eagle on my today to perch
          Alas! No yesterday was fixed 
         Not even a choice was redone
  For it was just a fruit of imagination 
       Conceived in the womb of regret
 Inside the belly of vain contemplation
            So when you receive a day
   From the hand of Him who never err 
       Forget not every moment to pray 
    Remember good choices to make                     
      For even today will be yesterday- 
     and you can never fix yesterdays.

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Mahtab Bangalee Date: 1/15/2023 9:33:00 PM Time is continuous gist of life; nothing is present! next moment is becoming the past moment continuously; future to past and the present is not moment but it's the name of passing through! nice to read your poem; I'm inspired too Login to Reply

Beata Agustin Date: 11/12/2022 7:03:00 AM Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. God bless you. Login to Reply Washington Mwale Date: 11/14/2022 11:13:00 AM Thank you so much.