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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge

We often say that time waits on none of us.
Getting on board life's bus is simply a must.

A most fathomless affair; this search for yesterday.

We say that time seems to take wings and flies.
It's vital that we learn to keep up with time and thrive.

When young, we look forward; when older, we look backward.

Before we reach our destiny or arrive at the end of the line,
Those long-ago memories, with tears, will lay hold of our minds.

We recall the love that embraced us; the security that protected us.

In our search for yesterday, we hope for the best,
But it is very painful when we find so much less.

So, if you pursue such a quest, be brave and strong.

We recall a piece of our life's puzzle that we desire to experience again.
Some pieces are forever hidden, and we cannot locate those that remain.

Some pieces, meant only for yesterday, will not fit for today or tomorrow.

Although we can go back to where we once lived in another time,
those things, places, and familiar faces, we are not likely to find.

Even the most familiar surroundings are often unrecognized. 

We will often find sadness, strangers, and feelings of loneliness.
The feeling of love, security, and homeliness now feels like wilderness.

A most strange emotion, a sense of abandonment, often hovers over us.

Time is indeed our friend, but time cannot sit with us on the dock of the bay.
We search for yesterday, and anticipate tomorrow, but must go forward today.

Forward, because landmarks and every trace of yesterday are gone.

After realizing the only sameness was the open sky,
Deep inside the core of my heart, I utter a sigh,

I paused and stared for a while and then drove slowly away.

Some 50 years of time had left a most bitter pill;
And I shall long remember how 'Time' made me feel

The search for yesterday often leaves unpleasantries.

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