Where are they from? Where will they go?
This constant human ebb and flow.
I wonder, were their pasts all bold?
Would they stand proud if truth were told?
I think, for most, there’s secrets hid
if we were but to lift the lid.
But then their past is what they are;
they’re every bruise and every scar.
They’re all the secrets – warts and all
that they’ve got hid behind their wall.
But I think in truth it matters not
‘cos what you see is what you’ve got.
We’re all the sum of our past’s truth;
the indiscretions of our youth.
Those days we were a bit too loud;
those times we stood out in the crowd.
But all in all, what’s here today
is their life’s path; their chosen way.
Though skeletons may dwell back there,
I don’t know if it’s really fair
to judge what was, not what we see;
live in the now – let the past be.