The Door to the Past

The door is opened to the past,
Success brings up regret,
Saving times and being aghast.

Stations of life amassed,
Ringing on the phone was an asset,
The door is opened to the past.

My joy justified beauty and blast,
Resting was actually on a bayonet,
Saving times and being aghast.

The celebration of a sight is to broadcast,
On the television like the alphabet,
The door is opened to the past.

Messing with systems of life fast,
Creates unemployment and debt,
Saving times and being aghast.

The story is simply one to last,
Enjoying a tale that one has met,
Saving times and being aghast,
The door is opened to the past.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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