Digging through papers from the past,
I found what appeared to be trash.
Turned out to be a poem, about what didn't last.
First it made my cry, then it made me laugh.
No longer concerned with how things turned,
Along the way I learned, sometimes things burn.
Let them light the path.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Digging through papers from the past,
I found what appeared to be trash.
Turned out to be a poem, about what didn't last.
First it made my cry, then it made me laugh.
No longer concerned with how things turned,
Along the way I learned, sometimes things burn.
Let them light the path.
