Yesterdays Used To Betaken For Granted Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fading horizons dimming quietly, not wanting any attention to be sent this way, looking back into yesterday where all used to be taken for granted in immature and childish ways of a young person.

Not quite seeing the reality of the world around them, ghostly lights stepping back and forth, not knowing where to place their hat or coat because of a sense of loss during the night that never is recognized until too late.