“But the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us, forward, into the unknown. We can only move on.”
― Libba Bray


The past created me
and I return the favour
I add colours and textures
that at the time got left out
of the memory stream.
I can see why poets call it golden
so much of it seems blinding
and tho it has led me here
it is the paths untaken I notice
Oh the present is nice enough
with many paths and songs yet unsung
The future comes ever closer
yet in my mind I travel down
those roads long shut down
and I see possibilities.
There must be a way
to connect what could have been
to what will be
the moment ever changes
and the spiral still unwinds…
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G

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TableauTableau by G A Rosenberg


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