The past’s mighty shackles
A key in your hand
The option is yours
As to where you will stand
Be it where you are now
Or where you had been
To chase what was lost
Or to let old dreams end
To let new dreams emerge
And nourish them well
Or make memories bricks
And construct your own Hell
The lock’s of time’s make
But the key is your own
You can flow with the river
Or stay snug within stone
A Life in Poems 