Of Yesterday Poem by Rebekah Gamble

Of Yesterday



The day after my death,
I stood in the corner
of the ceiling watching girls,
my young friends.

They sat at a table,
laughing and singing off-key
a merry drinking song
about a Scotchman and a blue ribbon.

They played euchre,
shared a bottle or two
of peach brandy,
and their cheeks were pink.

'Tomorrow! ' they shouted,
then: 'Today! '
Their laughter and chatter
looked forward and around.

They talked of travel,
and further schooling, and men,
they cheered next day, next year,
and the bright future that was theirs.

I watched and smiled,
as I knew I was already forgotten.
They knew only the joy of today,
and saw only the hope of tomorrow.

Due to this, I was not known,
for in shouting 'Today! Tomorrow! '
they had forgotten yesterday,
and I was only of yesterday.

4 March 2oo8

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Rebekah Gamble

Rebekah Gamble

Pittsburgh, Penna., U.S.A.
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