The past present itself as visions and images found in long corridors of time. The human mind perceives the past and tries to make a meaning out of it.

Memories may be good or bad, but to make most of the past, one has to probably look at the mistakes committed, and to keep oneself cheerful, often look at the happy days, taking screenshots of the better glimpses that the past presents.

This poem originally was published in Poems on Life