What was I yesterday
Was I the same as today
Each little thing
That made me sing
Not the same as a tear
When losing was clear
Am I built of each of these things now
As the days weeks months and years allow
What were those expectations then
Do they matter in the end
For we are made not only born to it
Am I in the end made to fit.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The same thing is dyed in the color of time variously! nice to read you; congrats 5*
Superb poem, I feel by mistake you typed 'was' instead of 'is' What was I yesterday (Was I the same as today, Am I or I am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congrats for POTD nice poem liked it Paul.