Let Yesterdays Be
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The settled times of yesterdays grow old
And turn a weathered gray inside my mind
My memories have even now turned cold
I need them not to be there to remind
For tomorrows came sooner than I thought
The days and nights have passed in growing speed
My minutes rushing to the marker's plot
When final breath will come as I concede
I'll search my soul to face the dim-lit days
And thankful for my time that's yet to come
I'll try and live in calm and peaceful ways
Until the last to which I must succumb
I will seek to be a wordsmith to the blind
And guide them to leave yesterday behind
7/31/17...contest...Let it be
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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