Time Passes
I've travelled some distance now.
Left you behind somehow, nestling
in the newspapers which wrapped the glasses.
Time passes
Memories in a box and stored in the loft
with the duplicate bits and pieces
we didn't want or need. No need.
Time passes
Sometimes the past nudges the present,
but we ignore it; turn our backs. No relapse.
Grasping second chances. No backward glances.
Time passes
We journey on, smiling, laughing,
disregarding the occasional 'what if?', an
aperitif to a future without repeated mistakes.
As time passes
we ditch the stuff that history is made of
and pack only for the future;
its perforation into the now not needed.
Time has past. Let us toast what will be.
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2009
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