The mind has many chambers,
nothing is lost,
everything that happens to us
resides there.
The doors to some of these rooms
are padlocked—
it takes a jolt
to jar them open.
Maybe these sealed compartments
are bolted for a reason.
Is it advisable
to live in the past?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sonny, some things are probably best left locked away so that we can move on. Good write with a valuable message! Brian