They say we come back fifty years,
after we are dead and gone.
Come back to start again,
amend the wrongs we’ve done.
Build a better life on our return
never remembering our past one,
except on rare occasions
when somehow it breaks through.
With each new life, we learn more
to help our next life through.
We fall in love but once
and that love follows us to
through each of our lives
that we live through.
11 April 2009
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lives-3/
