Let The Past Be Gone (Revised)

Happiness is letting go of what you think your life is supposed to be like and enjoying it for everything that it is” — Mandy Hale


Let The Past Be Gone (Revised)


The end of December, and January is near

The bell tolls louder and how perennially I jeer

Those same old questions and no answers every year

Annually dismayed as old dawns disappear

Let the past be gone, now that today’s here

Let the future come, as I face tomorrows haunting fears

Last years sins have been but not totally gone

The new year’s about to begin, could be right or wrong

Next year’s eeriely hovering and I anxiously worry far too long

Knowingly waiting for my angels mourning song

“Let the past be gone.” declared todays final word

Let the future come, but tomorrow’s crying, I heard!



Ivor Steven (c) January 1st 2021

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

21 thoughts on “Let The Past Be Gone (Revised)”

  1. I’m at the point in my life I just to enjoy each day to its fullest – as if it will be the last day of my life – while still looking forward to better days ahead.

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    1. Thank you Carolyn, another older poem that altered a bit, and like the changes.. Originally written when I knew it was going to be Carole’s last new year… πŸ˜”.. Hopefully it reads ok now.. ((hugs & kisses)).. these older emotional poems still shake my heart strings πŸ˜ŠπŸ€—

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      1. Thanks Carolyn,… I’ve a new poem I’m about to post, …about the aftershock of being back home alone, after so much loving company during this Christmas week πŸ’›πŸ˜€πŸ˜

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      2. I’m sure she is ok Carolyn, although I’ve not spoken to her for a week, but she put some likes on my poems at my Instagram site last night…. I’ll look her up on ‘Messenger’ later… it’s still very early Sunday morning for her….xx

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