Bow To The Present Poem by Patti Masterman

Don't break all ties with the past-
Though it may be archaic, gone;
To all that you once were:
Hold on.

Buried, hid like treasure rare,
It's part within you still will stay
Forgotten, faint and almost mute-
Toward some farther, unknown day.

Before you then there will arise
Lessons that you thought were missed,
Gifts you needed, late in life
To see you through the murky mist.

The past has secrets that were true
Once upon a child; and now
Just when you think there's naught to do-
To past, that's now the present: bow.