Past and Present

You won’t like what you see when you see me

It won’t be what you thought it would be

Someone in the mind, an image drawn to detail

And yet when reality catches up to us, our dreams are bound to fail

You will not find me pretty, like I used to be

There are scars deep, if not on my face

But visible through the veil

Some I earned, some were gifts

But they are all mine, if you would like to count and sit

Catch up for days are gone that were good to you and I

Now its a ragged, dirty canvas

With no silhouette as pretty as what once was

However, if you would peer inside

You would find me as you left me

Not a hair out of place, not a dime touched by the unfair waters of life

But you have no time to sit and chat,

You’ll just wave and pass by, like the cruel wind

All I will get is a whiff of your presence, a reminder of our times

Our lives as we lived it, every day, and yet now

Its a parallel line scheme, one I never learned at school and one I can never erase now.

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