My Dear Past

It's fine being last

feeling alas , Dear Past 

things went anxiously fast. 

You will drop and bring off a bit

setting your feelings to knit

in rhyme as pablo did. 

Sometimes will be quiet with no light, 

lonely moon in grey sky suffering blight, 

in need of ablaze sun for fight. 

 Losing carefree, philozoic traits of yours, 

will make bitter air of remorse. 

With people come and gone, with up and down's 

don't dread, do not get frown. 

Be brave borage, to have

your own path pave. 

There is lot to face

 always wanting childhood with you to lace. 

Don't distraught dear past 

I'm there with you till last.