It has to be; one day, perhaps, <br />we’ll know the wisdom absolute of this; <br /> <br />and yet, and yet... I’m just a little sad, <br />not to meet my self in previous embodiment <br /> <br />and say, thanks for the baton that you passed <br />in this relay race of self to self <br /> <br />through millions of forms of life, they say; <br />you played your part; worked through your destiny, <br /> <br />gave cradle-gifts; withheld some too, <br />to test me further on the path of life; <br /> <br />I hope you’ll look upon me as your godly son; <br />smile; say, yes, he’s made good use of life.. <br /> <br />And I’m a little sad, as well, <br />not to meet my self in next embodiment; <br /> <br />and say, here’s wishing you the very best; <br />sorry, that I could not give you more… <br /> <br />but this; and this; I hope you find these good, <br />and helpful; happy; take this love, this joy, <br /> <br />this hope, this trust; this baton’s made of gold; <br />grasp it firmly; run a goodly race; <br /> <br />we’ll watch you proudly from the stands; <br />smile; say, he’s trained well for this life.. <br /> <br />And now, this said, it matters, and it matters not; <br />as present melds into eternity.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-past-and-future-self/
