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About This Poem
Yesterday's Gone
H ow the years fly by like paper in the wind
A new year, a thread in life’s fabric to be sewn
P ieces gently stitched will one day take wings
P atterned like brocade with a mix of flowers gently strewn
Y arns of yesterday are quietly stored away
N ew beginings are generous gifts given to begin again
E ach one, a new day to live, play and travail
W eaving the fabric of life in spite of occasional dark rain
Y esterday’s gone forever into the well of time
E ach melody we write, through the universe resounds
A constant tune of worship for the divine
R eaching the Creator in whom alone peace is found
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