As I reflect on my past,
I realize many things have passed.
Flowers have bloomed,
Yet I can't ever "find the room",
To watch them as they bloom.
People have graced me,
With their beautiful personalities,
And yet I never find the time,
To allow their personalities to overwhelm me.
I wish I could reflect on my past
And say many good times have passed,
But sadly there is more good then there is bad,
I wish there was more happy then there is sad.
But alas I cannot change where my pieces have landed,
But I can't fix my past either,
So I shall allow the past to remain in the past.
So if you ask me to reflect,
I will not reflect but honestly say,
The past is just another fallen day.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
As I reflect on my past,
I realize many things have passed.
Flowers have bloomed,
Yet I can't ever "find the room",
To watch them as they bloom.
People have graced me,
With their beautiful personalities,
And yet I never find the time,
To allow their personalities to overwhelm me.
I wish I could reflect on my past
And say many good times have passed,
But sadly there is more good then there is bad,
I wish there was more happy then there is sad.
But alas I cannot change where my pieces have landed,
But I can't fix my past either,
So I shall allow the past to remain in the past.
So if you ask me to reflect,
I will not reflect but honestly say,
The past is just another fallen day.
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