(Inspired by the Daily Prompt)
What’s the point of looking back,
When all you do is lose track
Of what you were running to/from
When you were little/young?
Time goes forward,
Never backward
Yet, memories can be treasures
That may heighten the enjoyment
Not of tomorrow,
But of the Present with eyes open.
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I like this poem…Simple, and yet not.
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