The Past

There is no past
What was I thinking?
My past is gone
Different zip codes
Phone numbers and faces

I have forgotten many
Places and faces and
Who I remember have
Forgotten me and
What is done is done

Facebook has new
Faces
New places
Some unseen until
Later

Later today or
Tomorrow
I will know them when
I see them
And they will get to know
Me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2012

Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.

Comments (2)

Yankee4youonline today!
The past is a moment in time..energy that was changed from one form to another....passed from one dimension into another only once...the future is more exicting because we can at least anticipate that change...professor confused cool
morgen90210
So very true your words
Post Comment - Let others know what you think about this Poem
Report Abuse for this page, if inappropiate

Stats for this Poem

by Unknown
on Nov 2012
343 Views
Last Viewed: Apr 19
Last Commented: Nov 2012

Feeling Creative?

We use cookies to ensure that you have the best experience possible on our website. Read Our Privacy Policy Here