Rear view...

Sometimes it helps to look in the past,
Remember a time, uncomplicated.
When thoughts were honest, open and true
And writing wasn't pre-meditated.

I read through my work of years gone by.
I re-tread the path my life has taken:
Re-discovering things I've lost,
Remembering some lessons, forsaken.

Confusingly thought and minimally written,
It wasn't life but the work that was simple.
By the bug of art I had been bitten
And even love was about a dimple.