No Going Back Poem by James McLain

No going back....
that frase has coined the mint..
and where two learn too then..
and when the tree leans back..
Why pull it forward..
and are suite cases made
for more than cloths..
I do not want to be a zipper.....
Why am I made to hold things back..
there is more to me than up and down.....
and time...once gone..
moves me off side ways...
underneath light fabric....
and to reach back around....
Me....is simply irrefutable.......