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