Poem, untitled.

"The past is past, and will never return,
Despite however much you may yearn
To recapture it or change it for the better,
There's just no way to change it, not one single letter.
Which is too bad, but how it is meant to be;
For how would life go if people changed every
Little thing that they had done wrong,
Every line, every note in their cosmic song?
There would be no continuity, no way to decide
Whether past or present or future was inside.
Which makes it no less tempting to want to change the past;
But reality says 'No, what you do now will last
Until your dieing day, and maybe even after,
So do it right the first time, if what you want is laughter,
Not tears, to drown your sorrows in all day,
But if you don't care then go ahead and pray
That you can change it, today or tomorrow;
But if you take this path, don't come to me with sorrow,
For you have been warned now, you can't change the past.'
Even so, the temptation is there, but alas, the die is cast.
So work on the present, and the future, of course;
For the past is done: It's already run its course."

Written by Alan Koxlien at 10:05-10:10 p.m. May 15th 1997. 

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