Policy Lapse Of Joy Poem by Dan Uriel

when everything will pass away
not even sad or beautiful
then I used to hate the past
but the preaching lifted my heart

blessed is he who happily buried
change is always a new form
all that we had the policy lapse joy
the memories-age virgin throw away

the young men although he is old
when they sneak into the past
the shoulders are worthless shadows
and recalls the misery of prisoners

freeman forgets he is running ahead
and minutes of life is constantly flutter
each kisses forgiveness to minutes
desire is to struggle in the present

nothing I can do in the past
not will even to be prey
how rugged the present
I just close my eyes and hug