Here is a Poem I wrote called “The Past”


The past is the past
No longer existent
Like water under the bridge
Live in the present
The present is so briefly the now
Which is constantly moving into time
Becoming the future
Our lives have no time
For what has been before
It takes all our effort to take advantage
Of the wonderful moving existence
We dare not to keep up
Our beings demand it to be so
Do not think of the last breath
Look Hopefully
To the next
And the next
That is what really counts
Most of all
Be grateful to our creator
For all of our great nows

-Dacker Thicke

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