The Past, The Present, The Future Poem by Alan Kabanshi

The past a crushed velvet with a sheen
upside held promises that would have been
Though malleably not to change and would never be altered
Poisonous its weight rests on our conscience and only pain to us is referred
A die once cast spread a shadow consequential to shape
Its choice that determines basis,
Masks stepping height to steer outcomes in favor
or lies a closet holed up to burdens that forevers drags attempts at progress
haunt our choices and holds captive times purpose.
We break free of all cluster only if negative memories fade.
Unburden the conscience, the past is lived, yet is the present

The present stands what is true, an oath of yesterday,
A squash borne from intercourse of choice and circumstance
Harshly its arms holds regrets and loss we are fed
Change never wraps of the present, its moments we bed
but it confers on providence and prospects
brooding that emphatically changes the morrow

Tomorrow is but a dream, ours a Future not to know,
every second we stagger the unknown,
but dwelling on its anxieties burdens the present
Hence, in hope man finds solace and time robs sight of mind
Tomorrow is a faithful fantasy that plays in corners absent to understand
so today make hay, your dreams grand

2013