The Lost World Of The Living Poem by Moe Roe

The Lost World Of The Living

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I look to the future,
But all I see is the past.
I see history repeat itself,
And all the questions that havent been asked.

I see me,
I see you.
Its like Im holding the key,
To what I knew.

If I could tell myself then,
Only a hint to what might happen,
If we both win.
Maybe our hearts I could mend.

Yet whats said is said,
Whats done is done.
I guess now all I can do,
Is sit here and write this about me,
and about you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

A profound observation that reveals a 'reality' of the present moment in everyone's life. Short and sweet.

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