Times moved on,
Your utterance of anguish emotion are bygone,
Your cries are all but past, and so
Your aches are all but gone.
You must seize on longing,
Retire your desires from that past
Get past on those fogs at front, and
Begin to gear for the time to come.
Don’t get unwise with what that is left.
It’s all but footprints of yesterdays.
The thorns of bitterness,
Pick them away to the wilderness of life.
Move your feet without your bad memoirs
Fight through the heartsick,
Nothing is lost,
One will come again hereafter.