Colin F. Jones
WE, OUR PAST
Why do we dwell on feelings from the past
If past no longer lives as what we are?
Initial thought would simply be our last
And that would leave no light within our star.
Without a past we thus would not exist.
We are what we have been in every way
Though some, with foolish words, will still persist
That one must live only for today;
There is no now, just moments that are gone;
That cling to future past for those to judge
Who set themselves above us everyone
Lest we, with truth, their lofty image smudge.
Sometimes our heroes, whom we still adore,
Created it but never went to war
©Copyright May 16, 2001 by Colin F. Jones