A shrine of untold words.

Growth and acceptance.

This book is all my thoughts
Though I write without much deliberation,
We can tell, I must confess.
And I could've always added a correction.

But when Men change day and night,
At what expense do we amend ?
Of what the past didn't get right
With the future's new intend.

We dwell upon mistakes
And try to forget yesterday.
But the regret only shows
Our growth day by day.

Don't erase the past,
For it depicts your progress.
Today's truth might
Be tomorrow's repentance.

And you, who will read such a work.
Read as your heart's willing,
But do not condemn or rebuke
The words of a poor writing.

The first verses are of a child,
The second of a teenager
The third almost of an adult.
And the lasts are yet to be written.