Written by: Malcolm Dyer

Each day remains the same
no one is at fault no is to blame
all the days wasted what a shame

yesterday was twinkle in my eye
the things dreams are made of
the storm that has no eye

that will resonate over and over again
to be constant to always maintain
to reverberate through time to become a stain

yesterday will always be the constant noun
the day that happens all year never on the rebound
prestigious and royal it may  remain bound