Behind me, pesky past, discarded dreams
Ahead of me, bliss I can't miss
Between past and present, creams in streams and reams
Stressing wisdom for no one to diss.
Behind me, broken bits, suppressed sentiments
Ahead of me, stacks of standing ovation
Between past and present, comforting compliments
Stressing need to ameliorate affection.
Behind me, sorry sights, pointless pursuits
Ahead of me, miles of smiles
Between past and present, scatter satin suits
Stressing importance to engage erstwhile enemies all the while.
Behind me, femmes fatales, futile fragments
Ahead of me, fruitful future
Between past and present, lacerate no ligaments
Stress wisdom to cultivate culinary culture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a brilliant write, John....10+++