Another poem

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No Lamentations

I can write no lamentations,
on the years that lie behind:
I have treasured up no heartaches,
in the background of my mind.

I have left the ghosts of yesterday,
For the life that lies before:
And cremated all the stubble,
So it can vex no more.

I waste no time repining,
Over tombstones of the past:
For I see the silver lining;
of the clouds that run so fast.

But I never try to stay them;
for more are on the way:
So I close the dark of yesterday,
In the sunshine of today

Life is just a moving picture,
and we see it in a glass:
The sorrowful and tragic,
as the pictures rise and pass.

So whats the use of weeping,
for before our tears are dry:
There comes another picture,
with a rainbow in the sky.