Don't Forget Your Past

The park, splendid, serene and calm,
Diving into the pleasure,
Breezing air, bird chirping with no qualm,
Making it your cosy treasure.

But you didn't take them there,
The path, the world, witnessed by your eyes,
Remains a dream without their care,
Perhaps, the park curtains your eyes.

You know the bridge,
How far, how it connects with them,
But never recross the bridge,
To share a mere pie of life with them.