Our Past
Our past is a highway
Flush with mile markers
That measure life travels,
Some unworthy of remembrance;
As life's pages systematically turn
The future becomes liquidated
And past increases;
Nothing is ever purged
And remains our DNA
Unless repelled by memory;
Or God rewrites your past.
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