Past is never forgotten;
time only teaches
how to live with it.

The future is not free
from the clutches
of the past.

Past is a mirror
within the soul—
unbroken,
omnipresent,
always there
to remind us
of what is left behind.

Shadows are a reminder

that beyond the light

darkness exists.

I called you home,

but I was just

your guest house.

Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family.

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                    The Moon is Setting in the West, And in the East...

Sun beam
Sun ray
First sun I see today
I wish I might
I wish I may
Have the wish I wish today


Cf. “Star Light, Star Bright,” a nursery rhyme of undetermined origin, dating to at least the 19th century.

I never had a chance
to look at the future
but with a glance

I saw the world from the rear window
of the car
while being driven
to destinations
near and far

So many miles
before I was five
Before I even
realized I was alive

And home was where
my grandparents lay
Maybe we could visit
come Christmas day

I walked long
and I fought hard
Always drawing the shortest straw
or the blackest card