There was a time when my yesterdays and tomorrows
Flowed into a seamless, steady stream of time slowly passing
With little change, nothing appeared to change from day to day -
I did not worry about what another tomorrow might bring
I never gave a second thought to becoming "another day older"
Or, for that matter, "deeper in debt." [nod to 16 Ton]
Now, each day poses limitless opportunities for stress and strain -
New directions, new pains, new worries, brand-new doors open
Before older squeaky ones have closed, yesterday's problems
Had been mulled over, firmly grasped, solved, and cast aside.
Or is this merely the way I see life now that I am older and wiser
Finding myself reliving too many of my yesterday's today,
Grappling with the past, which is gone forever, while taking
On tomorrows before they even present themselves for consideration.
beautiful and wise philosophical poetic expression on the TIME and it's management! I enjoyed
Yah. Unfortunately. Worry worry solveth nothing. Just write a poem about it and move on. What will happen will happen.
'Grappling with the past, which is gone forever, while taking On tomorrows before they even present themselves for consideration.' - That's a wise idea.
Sir beautiful twirl between yesterday and day after yesterday piling all the problem that seems never ending just adding on to my tension... beautiful sir perspective of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now, each day poses limitless opportunities for stress and strain - New directions, new pains, new worries, brand-new doors open Before older squeaky ones have closed, yesterday's problems Had been mulled over, firmly grasped, solved, and cast aside. Live in this present time. past is past do not brood over it. future is not yet.......... live in the present. tony