Ghosts of Past, Present and Future…A Poem encouraging people to focus and look ahead in life rather than muse over about their past.
While the Past is wasted, the future awaits
Holding a lamp, in its loyal embrace
Shedding a tear for many sorrows unseen
Sharing equally in my vivid dreams,
It Blankets my fear of horrors today
Raising my hope to pass another day
Surveying my goals for future embrace
Distilling my notion of many lives despaired
Be gone, O dreaded devil of my Past
Your eyes bled fire, your ambitions were rash
Your mouth spit demons and left me appalled
Henceforth, my future will shine and my glory will last.

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