Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.134.104.224

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

(In 1964, Paul McCartney was staying at 
57, Wimpole Street, the home of Jane Asher.  
McCartney was allowed to use the basement 
for writing (Margaret Asher, mother of Jane,
was a professor of music, and the room was 
set up for rehearsal).  He announced his 
engagement to Jane on Christmas Day 1967, 
but by then he had already been seeing Linda 
Eastman for nine months. When Jane left for a 
vacation in the summer of 1968, Paul invited 
yet another woman to move into his home.
When Asher returned unexpectedly and found 
McCartney and the woman in bed, the relationship 
came to an abrupt end.  Perhaps McCartney did it
to extricate himself from the Asher engagement.)



Yesterday

When I was younger,
so much younger than today,
I once had a girl
(it was the year before Shea).

She showed me her room:
“Isn’t it good?
Norwegian wood.”
She asked me to stay
and said I could sit anywhere,
so I went to the basement –
the piano was down there.

“I’ll tell you something
I think you’ll understand,”
said my best friend John:
“You’re gonna lose that girl.
It won’t be long.”

I’ve lost her now for sure.
I won’t see her no more.
But I couldn’t use a Sloane,
so why on earth should I moan?

I crawled off to sleep in the bath.
I went into a dream
of people and things 
that went before …
I think I overstayed,
but that was yesterday.

I’ll buy you a diamond ring, my friend,
If it makes you feel alright
But I can’t help but think, my friend,
it’s been a hard day’s night.

The girl that’s driving me mad
is going away:
I’ll get my claws on Clancy
without the least delay.

You call it treason
when you come poking about,
but I’ve got a good reason
for taking the easy way out.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required