🖤 Echos Of The Past 🖤 Poem by James McLain

The mirror reflects those days long gone,
Where humans of the past reside,
We trace the paths we stumbled on,
Through tears that now we can not hide.

The winds of time, they softly sing,
Of choices made, of roads misled,
A mournful yet a guiding light,
To show the way where we once stood.

If only we would heed the call,
Of echoes from our yesteryears,
We'd rise again, and never fall,
Unburdened by our past-born fears.

For wisdom blooms where sorrow grew,
And through the past, our future's made.

Mistakes by they, not made againj,
Where humans of the past reside,
We trace the paths we stumbled on,
Through tears that now we can not hide.

The winds of time, they softly sing,
Of choices made, of roads misled,
A mournful yet a guiding light,
To show the way where we once stood.

If only we would heed the call,
Of echoes from our yesteryears,
We'd rise again, and never fall,
Unburdened by our past-born fears.

For wisdom blooms where sorrow fades,
And through the past, our future's made.
Mistakes by they, not made again.