The Remains Of Yesterday Poem by Andrew Rose

So many of my careless days,
(Sprung from a want of doing something,
Yet never finding time to spare,
From my spare time) ,
Were left empty, slow and bare.

Now these days have long since gone,
Times lost nothings all belong
To me, as I lay,
Alone with my thoughts,
Thoughts of tomorrow, dreams of yesterday.

Now I spare little time wasting away,
Occupied in full with the dreams of today,
I used to look back, I’ll look here presently,
I just need the presence to look towards me.