It
becomes the past
What
happens then?
Can
be forgotten or hidden
A
moment is all it takes
Not
to be late
For
what it is
Is
without a turn
It
is a goodbye
That
let’s go by
A
thanks not given
But
a command taken
For
what was,
was
once what is.
Make
haste
Slacken
not the paste
For
the little steps of yesterday
Bridge
the gap today
What
happiness lies behind
That
you can’t find ahead?
For
what it was
Can
better be made what it is.
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