Yesterday

Yesterday, before my hair turned grey All things were beautiful and bright My world was full of golden light. Troubles did not come to me. Seemed I was lucky as could be. So I gave no thought to the tomorrow. Far was the fear of any sorrow. Away from me all bad would stay. Now everything is turning round It is hard to get from off the ground. Looks like I'm getting just deserts. As much as its earned it truly hurts. Though I'd avoid woes if I could, They're here, I'm told, for my own good. Here first, the loss of my strong youth. To say its gone is a sad truth. Stay with me please to hear my story. Oh, I was full of prideful glory. I thought myself above the rest. Believe me for I do not jest. In foolishness I carried on. Yesterday...but yesterday is gone.