The past is past, it’s gone it’s flown.
No point dwelling on regret;
It won’t come back. The chance’s blown.
For all we sit and sigh and groan.
However much we sit and fret.
The past is past, it’s gone it’s flown.
The things back then we wished we’d known
Lessons we learned we won’t forget.
It won’t come back the chance’s blown.
There may be chances to atone
A different option, better bet.
The past is past, it’s gone, its flown.
We learned the lessons we have grown
The future hasn’t happened yet
There’ll be new chances not yet blown.
Let go the past, though don’t forget
We’ll grasp the future not yet met.
The past is past, it’s gone it’s flown
The future we will make our own.
Andrew Green's Poems 