THE PAST IS A FOREIGN COUNTRY
The past is a foreign country
With those memories at the back of my mind
In the dark collecting dust
Are the secrets I don’t want to unwind.
The memories and secrets that I hold
Some as precious as gold.
Some good, some bad,
Some I wish I never had.
The past is a foreign country
Filled with things that I have done.
I have moved on with my life,
A new chapter has begun.
The past is a story old and known to all,
Filled with triumphs and falls.
But the future is a story, new and not known.
It is a story that is yet to be told.
Juwairiyah Gaffer
Grade 8EM
