Hindsight Poem by Shane Dickie

Memories of special moments are frozen
In time; crystallizing with age and becoming
Ever sweeter like fine wine.
They are pure and become the shape of
One's own choice; all imperfections are
Smoothened out or deleted and only giddy
Fondness remains with a pining to go
Back…but yesterday is gone,
There is only the here and now.
How we judge our yesterdays
Will determine the fondness
Of future yesterday's which are soon