Prelude Poem by Steven S. Walsky
Prelude
Every day that has passed
every thought dreamed
every word spoken
all that was yesterday
is a mere prelude to tomorrow.
All of history
is your past
no one else's.
Not reincarnation
no
the past is important
not for your having lived it
but as the means to understand
capture
defend
define your place today
and your
destiny tomorrow.
(Prelude, copyright Steven S. Walsky,1981, all rights reserved.)
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4/24/2024 12:15:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
define destiny, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.