Living In the Past
Do you sit and think on the past,
And ask yourself, why do I feel like this?
You cannot undo what has been done,
Then ask yourself, how long will it last?
I was 70 years old, just last week,
And memories are just as fresh today,
As if they had happened yesterday.
Let them go I hear folk say, stop living in the past.
When my time is over and I have breathed my last,
Maybe then I'll know I'm truly free at last.
© Dave Timperley 25 July 2016
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