Time

The I of yesterday with the experience of today

Becomes the evolved I of tomorrow,

But for the old me who’s gone forever,

I do not grieve or sorrow.

And the new me which has been birthed by the old

Shall constantly change and strive-

Celebrate the death of the old,

To justify being alive!

So don’t impose the rigidity of straitjacketed thought

On my mind which is speeding past the I —

Which now I am not!

 

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