Dear Past,
Remember when there was a time,
Where no one jugged you by how you spend your nickels and dimes,
When life could simply fly by,
And you could remain anonymous and shy.
Well, I used to hate that time when I really think about it,
When everyone had no idea what went on around and shit.
I like how we now notice each other,
And take in the clothing and the color.
There is one thing I still don’t care for,
It’s how no one ever takes the time to open a door,
Or compliment a random stranger,
Thinking it might put their life in danger.
I can’t adore how people are poor,
But the least we can do is give them m