Past

They are gone

All the yesterdays

Swept away

With the turning

Of the globe

Whisked into

The space of memory.

 

Some would ponder

The past

Rethink and retool

It to our own

Ism

Our tribal tout.

But that will not

Do.

We may add

To our knowledge

To learn more

About ourselves;

Our possible future.

To change it for other

Benefits

 

 

To twist and turn

The perceived outcomes

Sullies all our thought.

As entertainment

It may be a lark

As serious thought

It carries viral

Vanity,

A process of small

Worth

For our own

Aggrandizement.

 

 

 

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