Past has a sorry way of talking. This and
That, is making it hard to live this life
But the life before had me runnin’ for
My money which isn’t ideal. All I had was me,
Myself, and I which wasn’t too good. Ain’t
Allowed to live my desired life. Where I’ve been
Is not where I am now thanks to no
One but the precious voice of Past, who granted me a crystal
Made of my memories that made me. But it has also allowed me to climb Past’s stair
Golden Shovel made from “Mother to Son” By Langston Hughes