Wrap It Up
Tie a ribbon around the past
And free yourself from it at last,
For what has been, has been and gone,
And need no more be dwelt upon,
Tomorrow is another day,
And soon it will be underway.
We spin the dice, the die is cast,
The good and bad we may contrast,
For every day the sun has shone,
Are those the heavy rain falls on,
We gather rosebuds while we may,
To make our lives a sweet bouquet..
The minefield of mistakes is vast,
We need not feel too much aghast,
Minds will wander hither and yon,
But not all cross the Rubicon,
Sometimes the blue will turn to grey,
Sometimes we will ourselves betray.
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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