When an ugly-looking past
Dressed in rags and shabby clothes
Clamoured for a bit of space
Amid my beautiful present
All I did was laugh
It came around looking famished
Smeared by wrinkles of age
'I'm Past I need rebirth,
To pitch my tent amid your present'
I strived to save my breath
And wished to give no response
But the urge proved hard to resist
All I did was laugh
I was having a talk with Present
Conversing about its fortunes
We jested and laughed like bosom friends
Reminiscing the good old days
Then came the beggarly fellow
Thrusting it's hand to me and saying:
"Come I'll take you on a blissful ride
Down the obscure tracks of past
Right through your already-trodden paths"
I wish you could ponder for a moment
The sort of response I gave
I didn't go too far
All I did was laugh
Wow! I love the poem. i wish my past will leave me alone and stop interrupting.
I strive to save my breath! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Chris