The Past - Poem by Beth Joel
Taking it all out, emptying the recycle bin,
Making it rest in peace, turning the page,
Walking away, letting go,
Turning a blind, eye let it fade way,
Pushing it away, forgetting it…..
Doing all this is like climbing a tree from the middle,
A story that has only an ending,
Getting a salary without a job.
Settle things, accept it,
Stop living in denial; make it your friend,
Harmonize the rhyme; let it make you better,
Make it your inspiration, your motivator.
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