My 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. 

Sometime was quiet with no light, 

lonely moon in grey sky suffered blight, 

needed 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

 still wanting childhood with me to lace. 

Don't distraught dear past 

I'm there with you till last.