It all makes sense, now

The past, of no shame
Spoke loudly, but in vane
It all rhythms, now
Yesterday and today
Beat together,
to show the way
It all makes sense, now
Hindsight’s partner
Speaks clear of the author
And what of it, what of the note
What of what’s been spoken so loudly
So clearly
Thought so remote
Thought of insistence
Void of persistence
Finally called in reminisce
Swallowed whole beneath dense fog
I sing the tune of a shepherds lost…
It all makes sense now
Those stings of life
Are our lyrics song
And the beat still does
Till not it would
And I for self am finally aware
Or my life’s beat is drama had
Of point which one not may know
Or on occasion, one may grab
and forever hold.
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