Do Not Fear The Past... Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

The past is like a garden of roses, rustling with roses, tearful with thorns,
The air rosy with flowery fragrances, the flower bed spurting with spines,
Do not fear the past, the past was painful but also gainful with greeny growth,
The past is precious to the present, the past is a phase the present has to peer into.

The past is a perfect age to acquaint yourself with wisdom and become her sage,
The past is a present to this present, to sprout from a sapless seed to a rooted tree,
Do not fuss over the past, the fact that it transpired was pernicious but palliative,
The present is priceless to play it, so let the past pave the paths to this pleasing present.

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