Sometimes people say to me,
why do you write so much about the past?
I look at them with dreamy eyes;
a small smile curls my lips,
visions of my childhood,
runs across my mind.
Of the days of innocence
that were left so far behind.
Those days when everything was new,
so ready to explore.
Then one day the world came by,
with its harsh reality,
and with a sweep of its hand,
took all the innocence away.
Therefore, now you know why,
I want to be a yesterday man.
Those beautiful moments, a wonderful feeling of being free, nothing can stop you, sort of feeling, , You have given us something very special here David, , but then, , haven't you always? Love duncan X
David... we all have our favourite topic for our poems, yours are moments of your life, which you share with us all... me well you know what mine is...10
Ah yes, Dave... yesterday man... how well I know... nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem and the title is so appropriate David, it takes us back in a sweet way and the memories are wonderful David. I remember dancing in the basement of our school on the cement floor, jiving to our own voices, oh we sure could sing back then and ummm ummm we could dance, I'm telling you! ! ! ! ! Fabulous write David, thanks for the memories. Melvina