Past Beyond Our Grasp Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Complacently looking back upon yesterday, wondering where
time has gone, it seems to have disappeared so suddenly,
even though it has taken years.

Wishing for what was had back then, knowing with an intense
sadness and sorrow that it can never be again, for what has
past is now beyond our grasp.

Seeing it all now, only in yellowed memories or nighttime
dreams, no longer tangible here in the present, giving us
bittersweet thoughts of what used to be.