The Past

The past can be a problem
you think you've made your
peace with it.

Then it sneaks up behind
you, and beats your brain.

Taking you back twenty, or
thirty years, and it hurts
just as much now as it
did then.

On the other hand, the good
times can seem close enough
to reach out, and touch.

I suppose I'm just getting
old.
But the past made me the
person I am now.

For better or worse