I Don’t Wish to be Friends with the Past (National Poetry Month)

unsplash-logoJonathan Bowers I don't wish to be friends with the past Tis like tiptoeing through a graveyard of broken headstones crumbling Where sculpted angels with folded wings weep And forgotten crypts lay dark I've grown, and changed, and got older While yet the lay still where I left them In the same spot, the same … Continue reading I Don’t Wish to be Friends with the Past (National Poetry Month)