Yesterday of them I have many
All here looking at me from my mirror,
My memories alas do not fade
Trouble me naught; only the manipulation,
Seemed to me driven by tomorrow’s ways
So much emphasis placed there,
Far from reality from those that promise
Away from the tack of truth once common sense lost.
Now everyday rapidly succumbs
It is the sunrise that tracks and makes the call,
Looks like today and tomorrow well travelled
As each one passes into you,
Though time is the daily measure
They're here we are told for your leisure
Here inside I still yearn for you the pleasure,
To be able to long for those that got away
Stay within this my comfort zone of which I know.
Oh how you have flown
I too within your subtle surge,
Believe in tomorrow I cannot
In tomorrow I see nothing but sorrow,
Yesterday is what we made; you and I!
© Harry J Horsman 2014