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Yesterday's Son
As I move forward in this life, I continually remember what's been done. Hilarities and happiness, sorrows and strife, ever feeling like yesterday's son. Some time ago I felt constrained by such, as if yesterday's gravity held me fast. Since, there's been happenings much, a gradual release from chains in the past. Yet I find, that release is part ruin, part reprieve, from moments wholly sweet, wholly bitter, some both. Some yesterdays I'd gladly of myself bereave, while others, to divest my soul of, I'm loath. I wake others in the night, cursing my post, while I still sleep, plagued by today's grip. In comparison, to the hardest yesterday I'd be host, if only the Corps being a part of them, could I slip. In every way, despite looking to tomorrow, I seem to embody those whose course has run. From yore and those before, words and ways I borrow, ever and anon feeling like yesterdays' son. A soldier, sailor in search of his song, seeking shoreward, yearning for his own while echoing tales already spun. He may be looking back, but is always moving forward, and in this way I feel I will ever be yesterday's son.
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