The Wonderful Past Poem by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell

Seconds change
In an instance
Minutes rearrange
How then, can anything stay the same?

The past remains in the background
A long forgotten memory
In some cases
Buried in the closet
Or written or recorded

The past is a reality
Which, can be distorted
For the benefit of those who gain
When it's misrepresented

It can raise a few questions
And provide a whole load of answers
For those fond of it
To let go of it, can prove the hardest

Regardless
The past
Can't be resurrected
While the future
Is yet to be determined

Leave the past
Where it is
In the background.