LESSONS FROM THE PAST

Every year we try to make it count,

But all we do is to add count to previous counts.

We try to shrug it of,

But things seldom FUCK OFF.



The scepter of the past,

Looms over us like the death clock,

Which ticks till our life lasts.



When will our past just go past?

Is it only after we breath our last.

But once we have breathed our last,

No one will care about the past.



The past is a part of who you are,

And how do you get away from who you are?

So make the most of the present till the time it lasts,

And be rest assured one's past will remain in the past.