Looking at, what used to be,

With all the memories you see,

Of things that have come and gone,

In a life, that's not so long.

At times, life would flow,

And seemed it wouldn't slow,

Yet others, you would hit a wall,

And all you could do is fall.

Experiences, new and old,

Weather, warm and cold,

The dawn of each new day,

Made the tears go away.

Looking to the skies above,

Searching for a special love,

But, all the while, it was there,

In front of you, with a blinding glare.

But, it's time, to look around,

At things not yet done or said.

Take hold the lessons that are behind,

For you'll need them in due time.