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.