this is not what it was
nor will ever be again
the dust of the past
clings to our heels
yet does not bring us
back in time
the long road we walk
from youth to old age
is a one-way journey
from which we must
learn
how to keep moving
forward
not linger too long
not to get lost
detoured
into some dead end
from which we need
to constantly backtrack
what remains constant
then now and always
is what we feel
the stuff we
sometimes mistake as baggage
when in fact
it is the stuff life
is made of
we either carry it
with us
or lose entirely
love being the most precious
commodity we Carry
if we leave it on the roadside
there is no point to go on
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