Garden (Happy /Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

the past is on the other side behind the gate,
you can see it if you turn around to take a gaze,
but you can never change the road behind you for it is far too late.
you can choose to open the trail and be lost in your past days,
Although doing so,
would poison the garden of happiness you have worked so hard to grow.
I am a gardener,
and no gardener willingly allows weeds to graze.
you feed your garden with laughter, and the joy you show.
caring, hopeful and loving seeds are planted to bloom into memories
you can pick and savor for the rest of your days.