Looking back on seasons past; life’s best gifts are those that don’t usually last.

Like the smell of roses on a warm summer day; or that gift from grandma that gets lost or stained.

Feelings that should be apparent are often unclear; as we learn how to cope with love, innocents, and fear.

Like a humming bird that is in endless fluttery flight; our futures are full and clouded with uncertain sights.

To be seen upon futures adhere; we must wait in hopes of a blissfully profound year.

To wish away the futures just; but to dwell on past moments in time are a must.

To learn from mistakes and take it day by day; is often not a downfall but a thought that would be right and gay.
Life is often too short to wish it away; in fear of what the future will hold each and every day.

Be thankful for the moments that we can share; and the ones that we can all look back on and bear.

Life’s too short to throw it away over constant suffering and pain of unfulfilled memories made.

It’s your life, live it free; not overburden toils of selflessness and greed.

Memories past are often the best; to learn from, equip, and reminisced forms of stress.

Live each day as it is your last; and equip yourself with life lessons from the futures past.

The best moments in life are often in the past; life’s best gifts are those that don’t usually last.

This poem was written/submitted by KaSandra L. Clark.