The Past, The Present And The Future Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Why do we destroy to build?
Why do we love and then later turn to hate?
Why do we have to be kind to be cruel?
And why do we tell lies only to seek the truth?
Why do we laugh only to cry afterwards?

There is a passion in your eyes
That reads out an impatient fashion
You have lived in the past
When you know damn well you can live in the present
You keep regretting your moves
Without realising you are losing your groove

This smile is not one of love
This touch is not of tender warmth
This kiss is not of utmost passion
And we will know our fate today
Either moving in victory or defeat to pass the day

And I know my thoughts have been wounded
And my hopes have been melted into flames
But I will plant new seeds of faith
For tomorrow is the present
And next tomorrow is the future

The conflicts we inflict upon our fellow men and women
Each day one of us lures someone or more into the lion's den
These words are not words of wisdom
This promise is not one of saving grace
This gesture is not of innocence
And here I am alive to tell
That what goes backwards will eventually go forward

I stare into eyes that were once full of light
But now I perceive your doubt and darkness
For when it rains and black clouds bark like thunder
Who will stand by you in the rain?
I see in your eyes all the pain
But you have not learnt your lesson and all has been in vain.

Why live in the past
When we live in the present?
Why live in the past
When there is a future?

Copyright 2014 Sylvia Lovina Chidi