On Memory, And The Past..... Poem by John Tansey
On Memory, And The Past.....
There is no past,
Just regrets;
That we carry within us
Through the years
That makes us heavy;
Storing pain like fat,
That puts the paunch in our gut,
The tallow in our jowls.
As there is no future;
Only the daily dread
That makes us sick with worry;
Aging us before it is time.
Mortified,
Our bodies break down
Over long, cast shadows
Which never come to pass…
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