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A poem about the past, present, and future
she passed closed doorways.
Each labeled with a sign,
marking some part of her life.
Some were sad times,
some were happy.
The hallway stretched,
for miles and miles.
She came to three doors,
one marked PAST.
One marked PRESENT,
and one marked FUTURE.
She opened the door to the past,
and saw all the things she had seen.
All the things she had done,
good and bad.
She backed out of the room,
For the bad things that sometimes,
eclipsed the good.
She opened the door to the present,
and saw the thoughts she was having,
the shame she was feeling.
She turned and ran,
not wanting to face them.
She paused at the door to the future,
she wasn't sure if she wanted to see.
What the future would bring,
she slowly opened the door.
And saw a bare room,
she realized than.
That the past, and present,
They were done,
but the future is a blank room.
Waiting to be filled up with the
and good deeds that you have performed.