Life in rearview mirror
Things become distant as you drive
Prickly doubts invade skin
Did you do wrong, did you do right
Did you mean anything to anyone?
Was your life worthwhile?
Pictures of days goneby
Floats in on the wings of butterflies
Now they are here, beauty and sorrow
And, then they vanish into the wild
Images start to fade
Still you see them so vivid
Trying hard to recall did those really happen
Or, is your mind playing tricks?
Driving to catch the future
Somewhere it punches so hard
Future is a figment of dream
Present is but a fleeting glimpse
We only create our past
Past piles up like hill
Car starting to fall apart
Curious but afraid,
It will find the junkyard
Where it will have to breathe its last
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Future is imagination, there is no present - it's the past we make
- Category: Reflection
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Cleverly written poem about the questions we always beat ourselves up with about our lives, we usually ask them when it is already to late, Enjoyable read
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A great analogy yes the future is imagination and the past is seen in a rear view mirror. When taking driving lessons in school we had a substitude teacher for a couple of weeks that demanded that we be able to drive in reverse at 40 mph using the rear view mirror. Not so much when I was driving but when riding with the other student drivers
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Brilliant
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I can see precisely where you are coming from .. this is far more cerebral than one might imagine .. tis but a matter of perspective and the direction of flow .. and your authors note I would have given my eye teeth to have coined first .. 😎👍👍
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