Past Days Poem by Muser Evidence

Past on double bladed edges has left us
Yet beckons on us to come back
We wished we can in fuss
Looking at the pains which rubbed our back

Or the beautiful times spent
Hopes destroyed, the finest oldballs
We never played so outright
We wish to start again with no falls.

Our kettles never gets old; no regret,
In boiling a fresh road and young dreams.
We must learn to create
A determined life from painful pasts.

Past days are gone, we are left
With today, a reward, no doubt.
A masquerade gone on farewells
Doesn't worth the dancing ones
An antelope's sweats today
Shall make his labour fruitful on morrow.
Pasts aren't worth relying
Because we remain a refuge, dying.
It's a founding stone, where today stands to frame morrow.