Albums not forgotten, but hidden
by shadows and dust ,I leave them
untouched, but my mind won't
I could sit on my hands,cross
my legs,close my eyes,but my
thoughts insist on prying
Reaching out to stoke dead
ashes,that cannot be rekindled
yet stubbornly trying
The tongue is a troublemaker
but it's the mind that causes
everything to happen
The world is full of harbingers of
hope,only dopes dwell in the past
Lingering too long over remnants
of what used to be, is a process
flirting with insanity
Remembering not to repeat past
mistakes, shouldn't make us
tentative of new steps to take
How oft do we leave our future to
chance, while foolishly dwelling
in past romance?
etw-2007
hope,only dopes dwell in the past
I find your poem to be full of wisdom, Eileen. Thank you. Be well. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Excellent thought provoker. Why live in the past? Have a friend with this problem, she can't let ANYTHING of the past go. Sad.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
George
A most introspective look into the realities of life, ty for this Eileen.
Blessings
Ch'erie
"How oft do we leave our future to
chance, while foolishly dwelling
in past romance?"
I particularly love this last question.
but it's the mind that causes
everything to happen"
So true...and once the mind gets a hold of it, there's no telling what will conjure up next...(?)Great write on the nostaglic nincompoop!LOL!
Love and Peace~
kimmy~
The reality in a vivid array of color
And heartfelt sentiment!!
Vivid colorful portrait of Memories!!
Love Peace and Happiness to you
Your friend....Yolie
Light and Wisdom and Love ...
Richard
thanks,
dan