Past Present Future

Sitting at the corner of my house,

I try to understand what my future holds,

For the inner circuits of brain blindfolds.

I think of my past which never was a blast,

All the problems of life would never last.

I was so unsure what life would hold,

For which all my hard works were sold.

Its been travel on a long life road,

Happiness in life was never on board.

Looking at the present and how its better,

Making every moment now flutter.

Then suddenly I look back at my reflection,

For every action, there was an unusual reaction.

How have I grown in body, mind, and soul,

Stabbing wounds with words full of foul.

Yet I feel like the same person at the same time,

But more real person which defers sublime.

Now I am eager about what is on hold for the future,

With every tough day battered by nature.

Waiting for the new ideas to help me grow,

Days are progressing good to know.

In between past, present, and future stories,

There is always a ray of hope leading to glory.