It’s not coming back, only in your thoughts can it live,
To a place we can always journey, stand where we were.
Why dwell on the past? it has wandered into the future,
Why dwell on the past? it is here we all started, where we were.
Our place of memories, for most the great times growing up,
Special friends we all took for granted, we just didn’t know it then.
It seems like just moments ago we were walking to school, laughing,
Our troubles were few, the ones we had appeared so huge,
The past, if we could only for a magical moment take a walk back.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
tell me am not the only one who craves for a leap into bits of my past
It seems that you had a happy past Keith! No we can’t dwell on the past, that’s what memories are made from. Blessings and peace!
ah, it’s the devil we know syndrome…so much of who we are comes from where we have been and though we cannot change even a second ago, we spend time there, listening, watching, observing and reflecting…
The past, if we could only for a magical moment take a walk back. That part really took a good trip down my heart
Lovely.
Thanks so much
On Wed, Sep 30, 2015 at 3:47 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Excellent poem. It seems to me that it is human to dwell on the past.
I love my past for the most. Some things I would like too forget.
Dwelling is not the problem for most. It’s forgetting.
I love remembering my past.
TRue
Thanks always