Early Works - Man Of Yesterday Poem by David Harris

People call me romantic
because of what I write
but they don’t really know
that the romance in my life
is nothing but a memory
in the flickering flames of a fire light.

I’m a man of yesterday
living in the world of today
trying to catch the past
caught in the eye of my memory,
and whose tomorrows
are only filled with dreams of yesterday.

I’m a man of the shadows
where the real world doesn’t lie
where faces no longer seen
seem vivid as commonplace
that they haunt my waking days
and my dream filled nights.

Tomorrow never comes to me
only days before yesterday
when once again I’m in love
with a dream never to be.
Why am I tormented over yesterday
the answer eludes even me.


29 November 1983