Past is Future
Old, new
If it’s all the same to you
I’ll stay back a while
To sort through the abandoned pile
Of our past.
If we are ever to last
We must learn from our fumbles
And we must stay humble.
If we don’t learn from others
Our fallen sisters and brothers
Their mistakes will repeat
And then the world will burn in heat
In flames so tall
Until there is nothing left at all.
This poem is about:
Our world
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