Posts on pasts

I’ve jumped off mountains, lived in trees,
led a life of toil and ease.
And now I sit and write a word
‘bout the things I’ve seen and heard.
The things I’ve felt, both good and bad,
the laughs I’ve had and feelings sad.
Of loves once cherished turned to dust,
of moving on – at times we must.
And all in all I love my past,
even though some wrongs I’ve cast
into the ocean of my days;
I now tread so much softer ways.
Can we atone for sins now done?
Is there a future where we don’t run
from the wrongs done long ago?
These are some things that I don’t know.
Perhaps to quest is all in vain;
a struggle that’s not worth the pain.
but quest I must until I die
for all is lost if I don’t try.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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