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.