The past, I put away in a paper bag
And threw it with the next-day’s trash
I went to bed feeling good,
But sleep didn’t come in a flash
For I remembered the olden days
When we’re young, hasty and brash
When the whole  world was at our feet
Full of energy, but always short of cash!
© F Aparici         07/29/2016

This is the third in a series of poems I have written about the past - "The Past", "Twilight" and now "The Trash"

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Charlotte B. Williams
over 4 years

Ha ha ha I see you added a touch of humor to this one. I agree we need to let go of the past and look to the future. You must have been thinking a lot about this lately to write about it three times.

over 4 years

Thanks for liking Charlotte. It is a work in progress, I would like to write a few more on the subject.

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