The past can keep my pains
And lay them down to rest
Like babes she keeps them sound
Soft laid upon her chest
And the past can keep my troubles
Like a shepherd with her flock
With crook and rod she minds them
No longer I might they mock
And the past can keep my doubts
Which like fetters stayed my hand
As water cleaves through stone
Those chains she did disband
And the past can keep my torments
Just as the rest she stowed away
Like the bits and bobs and trinkets
Best left in bygone days
For the past past can keep my wayward ills
She guards them most of all
Those left behind in shadow
Which far from the path did fall
She holds them close in mem'ry
Her last lifelong embrace
She keeps them far below having never left a trace
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
