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
IX-B
VCW AVM, Bandra East
