To dwell on the past,
when it's time to move on.
Holding on tight,
to days now long gone.
It's never to late,
to reach for the stars.
Holding on to those memories,
to make a new start.
Life is for living,
The past fades away.
Live on for the future,
For memories won't stray.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is so different from your usual style, Jayne. You write a lot of the past. But this one expresses a glimpse of something new. Has there been a change in your life, perhaps?
A bit of wishful thinking maybe!