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The path of past

17 Feb

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My past is my path today

My part in the past is pegged

Past or history, is gone, but it’s my gong

My sounding bell of deeds and misdeeds

Things I’ve done, great or regret

Sometimes, I wish I could change the past

Times, I wish I was revisiting the past today

This time, I wish I could cherry-pick the path

It’s the past; it has passed, leaving the path.

Many leaves litter my peaceful path like park

Many benches, bearing loved memories

Many paths as ponds to puddle,

Many pages to peruse and ponder

Then, left, are footprints, fingerprints

On the paths in the park for the past

When I’m gone leaving behind, the gong

 
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Posted by on February 17, 2015 in Read

 

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