In The Rear-View Mirror Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I am not someone to look back
And get stuck in the face of history's mirror
History is full of reflecting surfaces
No matter where you look
You are going to see the joy in their faces
And a cloud of sorrow will envelope your heart
It is not easy to visit the house of history
A lot of tears will be shed
And a bag of good memories may be spilled
It is a matter of meeting the dead, the lost and sometimes the rich
Your childhood friends with their missing teeth photos
Are now full of ego and riding high
You are a world apart from your first love
Your first kiss is a comedy of errors
Your first step is full of uncertainty
Your parents are only a flickering memory
Their voice has long ceased to exist
Only their Love has stayed
Deep inside the heart
Where only you can access them
And be one with them
In the everlasting unity
Love is the reason I smile
When I look in the rear-view mirror of my life