A past of tears,

Never fear.

A past of regret,

No need to fret.

A past of sorrow,

There’s always tomorrow.


The past is a preacher,

The past is a teacher.

The past preaches to be filled with glee,

The past teaches how to be free.


A past filled with humanity,

A past full of insanity.

A past filled with history,

A past full of mystery.


A past too cheerful,

A past so tearful.

A past filled with merry times,

A past full of terrible crimes.


The past might be a teacher,

The past might be a preacher,

But never the judge of tomorrow’s future.


By Sarosh Homavazir


VCW AVM, Bandra East