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A Sea of the Past

August 25, 2011

Dropping pieces of yesterday

I need to lighten my load

Seagulls flock from all around

To see if my past is tasty

All they find are shells of a life

Once lived, once loved, now gone.

Tossing pieces of yesterday

Means leaving an open door

To what could become a world of delight

Something I have not known.

Closing the door to a moment ago

I walk on uncharted paths

As a hiker of life who gets lost with a map

There are worse places I could be.

Throwing pieces of yesterday

Into the ocean froth

Hope gently squeezed on the sand.

Time for taking new steps forward

Unencumbered by crusty lives.

Waiting serves no one,

Time to move now

And hold the present by the hand.

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