shimon weinroth


All My Yesterdays - Poem by shimon weinroth

and all my tomorrows,
will flow into a rivulet,
of no more,
and this stream will sink
into the earth,

not even a moist spot
will mark the end,
all my yseterdays,
and all my tomorrows

will go up in smoke
spirling upward and outward,
or unmoving, blend as
a mixture and compound,

perhaps unnoticed,
perhaps unfound.
perhaps unseen,
perhaps unbound,

no, - when I cross the bar,
there remains a legacy,
to seek to find
and would not yield,


Comments about All My Yesterdays by shimon weinroth

  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (10/12/2008 10:41:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem with nice ending. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 11, 2008


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