well, I marched past this poem
Before the poem past me
Imagine what would happened if the poem past me?
i wouldn’t have known that all that’s good is past
And that I should enjoy the past before it’s past
This past is present indeed
so present … in this poem I marched past
Thank you for the comment, the kind that gives more than just a comment.
I’m glad to see you seem to have understood my thought process in this one very well. Wanted to go with something like John Agards half-caste, but with the rose tinted glasses and that we sometimes don’t realise we are in good times until they’re... well, past.