Pass The Torch

Pass the past through present presents at hand,
A a tambourine at the high school band;
A simple thing such as this can hold you
In heartfelt strings that feel so very true.
So do all things now past and gone to bed
Reside now in the heart and mind instead.
Yet holding dearly dear friends now gone by
Into eternal rays where none can spy
Their moves but God, can often cause us grief,
Set within our bones and sinews all, brief
Pains and sorrows that may turn to deaths sting;
So may we hold onto to past loves false being.
Pass on then the music inside of your heart,
And wisdom to others may you impart.

                                                 Pass The Torch, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012