A mixed blend

A mixed blend of old times pass
With new ideas that were sure to last

A mixed blend of old school ways
With a touch of highly improved days

Ahead and yet still learning
Truth is what I was yearning

Glowing in an endless sea of good
The past is where a lot of suffering stood

The times we wasted talking about things that hurt others
Yet at the end of the day you are all my sisters and brothers

A mixed blend of hate and love
Feeling the pain of darkness and the hope with light from above

A mixed blend of knowing what to do
And struggling to do what is good for me and you

A mixed blend of disaster and bliss
I hope that they understand I'm a mixed blend of life's experience when they read this