The Past Poem by Joshua Hillard

Youth is what we've made,
Our oracle of ambitions and dreams,
A destiny of art to be painted,
With completed images as we sleep,

Reminiscing all good to bad,
Some as a must to change,
It’s how we came to where we are,
Even with the vast number of mistakes,

Oh how I could go back,
Erase the canvas I splashed,
Unknowing all I know now,
Make thee present my past,

Those who've gone we need right now,
But all we can now is close our eyes,
How can time heal wounds?
If we can reply our minds,

Questions flow, thickened by pain,
But yet, we can find a smile,
The laughter that erupts from our hearts,
Uniquely in this brand new style,

We fade from old to live anew,
Yet we grow old within each day,
If only I could go back to my former self,
This image would be painted in a brand new way! !