Yesterdays favourite looks on in envy
Corrupted by the ironies of time
Regrets merged with memories
How fine she was in her prime
Yesterdays sweetheart is bitter
Life is passing by
Anything once was possible
But effort she did not apply
Yesterdays dream is maudlin
Struck by unrequited rage
In the mirror she sees her nightmare
Rotting and riddled with age
Yesterdays girl is distant
Yesterday was so long ago
Anything might have been possible
Now it’s to late to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a shame we don't enjoy every moment of our youth and savour it, good write and good advice 10 Lynda xx