We can hear the whispers of history,
In the breeze, in ancient ruins, in old photos,
In history books and in retold stories.
The past is present with us today,
It is a vital part of this world in space.
An essential part we can never replace.
The days that have gone are not forgotten.
We can move on in life to things much better.
The past is always present, though not brighter.
The past provided the framework,
Within which we still live and work today.
A system that automatically comes into play.
Everything that is present right now,
Slowly floats into the lazy and hazy past.
Every failure and triumph does not last.
Cherish the present and all it holds.
Be happy and do not shed a watery tear.
Like a soft whisper, the past will disappear.