Poem: Past, present and future

A year has passed
And what is last
Becomes my past
Regrets join a queue
And what is new
Becomes my cue
Promises steal
And what is real
Becomes my steel
The year ahead
And what I said
Becomes my thread

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Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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