The Keys
No one cares about the past; I know I don’t
I’ve locked it away; threw away the keys
Got no use for it, be it now or evermore
I choose not to recall unpleasant memories!
I’ve loved, I gave it all; now I’ve lost
There are scars in my heart, no one ever sees
But I met someone else who brightens my days
Whose kisses, as soft as the morning breeze!
© F Aparici 08-26-2016
The fourth poem in my series of poems about the past...
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J Ann Crowder
8aSo good for you! I liked this one.
Francis Aparici
8aThank you Jenifer
Charlotte B. Williams
8aYou said you weren't finished writing about the past yet, but good for you've moved on now. We definately have to do that sometimes. I feel your pain Francis, so I'm glad for you.
Francis Aparici
8aThanks for liking Charlotte. Yes, I am not finished writing about the past - but not necessarily "my past". Most, if not all of my poems, are not about me. As a writer, I like putting myself in other people's shoes. I write in the first person, the feelings and emotions I express, would have been my own, if I were in the situation of the characters I write about..
Charlotte B. Williams
8a@Francis: I see.
Benjamin G. Sangalang
8aMade me reflect on a song that begins with the line "It's good to hope in silence...". Just yestersay I heard it. Thanks for sharing.
Francis Aparici
8aThank you amigo
Mercedes Dembo
8aTime takes everything so better to live the moment here and now. Thanks