I wrote this
poem late on a rainy night, in October 2012, while
thinking about the past and how my life has changed
over the years. In many aspects my life has improved
while in others it has gotten a lot worse. I'm also
fully aware that dwelling on the past can cause new
problems to arise in the present, and it's important
to learn from previous mistakes rather than re-live
them. This poem starts off as a conventional rhyme
then suddenly changes structure resulting in a
mixture of styles. To be honest I don't like the
structure of the ending, but I don't like to change
poetry too much.
At first you're
young and carefree,
You scrape your knee.
poem that's full of rhyme,
For it has been done,
Many a time.
But this is
This changes within mid flow,
No more rhythm,
No more jollity,
It is time to go.
Where do we go from here,
What once was for certain,
Descending into chaos.
It used to be,
When we were young,
The future's fixed always ahead,
Then we realise time always travels,
And what was to be has become what was.
We lose loved
ones along the way,
As though killed in battle,
Within the war on time,
A continuing struggle,
To fight the inevitable.
Until we too
are struck down,
Wondering where we lost our way,
We should have seized it,
We should have used it,
Instead it was squandered on what once was.
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