Yesterday
sometimes when my mind gets free
and uses yesterday to trouble me
and i can find no peace that day
no music there for me to play
and looking back at a path so bent
and wondering why such discontent
the rock and slime that make a wall
the road i walk to where i fall
giving up or giving in
rising without mortal sin
wondering if that place of joy
is just another empty ploy
where souls are locked away in spite
by demon gods for their delight -
there is no tomorrow so they say
but always there's a yesterday
Written ©11.26.2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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