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.
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