Just when I was getting use to yesterdays
along came my todays.
I got myself through them all
of those tomorrows their part in my life played.
I've tried to brush them under the rug
or place them at the back of my mind.
But they come in on my todays
they keep coming back every time!
Now there are some times I wish yesterdays
would never go away.
But it only becomes my tomorrows,
because it needs to become my todays.
good old days, good old days.. sometimes doesn't got away those sweetness still will be in memories and still burrow until there's tomorrow I think thats the way it is Linda, a nice concept and write... Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A neat little puzzle box you've made. Try my The Last Earthquake for looking at it in another way, or even my Fault Lines. Maybe it is our age? Val