About the Past

I spoke to you about the past, before,
When we were thinking of the future, proud
Of how we stood then, in the present, loud
In praise of our discernment, how we wore
Our wisdom humbly, how our open door
Was welcoming, no matter what the crowd
Or circumstances, never bent or cowed
By fortune. That was boastful, nothing more.

You told me nothing matters but the truth,
And truth changes, desire and fear don't last,
Your favourite smock wasn't colourfast,
The marquess was dishevelled and uncouth,
The sun set. That was only your lost youth,
And so I spoke to you about the past.