My yesterdays

The dawn sun peeks,

baby birds tweet

Garbage trucks rumble

Newspapers tumble

Feet patter

Children chatter

Somewhere in the distant

chimes ring constant

I woke into my tomorrow

Left behind is my sorrow

Somehow

My yesterday

Always finds a way

Into my today

 

10 thoughts on “My yesterdays

  1. Your poem reminds me of… who was it who said:
    “Yesterday is but a dream; and Tomorrow, a vision.
    but Today well-lived makes every yesterday a dream
    of happiness and every tomorrow, a vision of hope.”

    Thanks for the post. Keep writing!
    😉

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