Past Pages of Our Mind
How many times do we sit in silence
thinking how things could have been different
if we had made other choices
as we ventured along life’s highway?
Our thoughts revolve around
all the bridges we have burnt
and the people that we knew
and let their contacts cease,
now wondering where they went
in the evening of our life.
How much did we miss
if in touch we still remained?
Wistful dreams of past times
that have long faded from view.
Tomorrow is another day
bringing with it hope renew,
making more bridges to cross
to venture into a future new
away from our moments of solitary thoughts
from the past pages of our mind.
27 October 2013
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