Yest Flied A Complaint Poem by Edith Niemeyer

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YESTERDAY FILED A COMPLAINT
Penned from the words of Edith Lynn Niemeyer
[Spoken — very official]
Yesterday has filed a complaint.
[Today]
Against whom?
[Yesterday]
You.
[Today]
Me? !
[Tomorrow]
Oh... here we go.
[Verse 1]
Yesterday came marching in
with papers stacked this high,
wearing every old mistake
like evidence for trial.
"You've blamed me for the broken things,
the should-haves and the whys,
the words you wish you'd swallowed
and the ones you never tried."
Today leaned back,
crossed both arms,
said—
"May I make this clear?
You left your dirty dishes
scattered everywhere in here! "
[Yesterday]
Those are called consequences.
[Today]
Those are called a mess.
[Tomorrow]
Could we perhaps distinguish
between the two?
[Both]
NO.
[Chorus]
Yesterday filed a complaint,
Today filed one right back.
One brought faded photographs,
one brought a laundry sack.
Yesterday cried,
"You changed the story! "
Today said,
"You changed the facts! "
While Tomorrow sat between them
trying desperately not to laugh.
Oh—
Yesterday remembers everything.
Today remembers half.
And Tomorrow hasn't happened yet—
so kindly leave her out of that!
[Verse 2]
Yesterday brought first loves,
last words,
and one regrettable haircut.
Today brought coffee,
three new problems,
and said,
"Can we speed this up? "
Yesterday said,
"In my day—"
Today groaned,
"Here we go."
Tomorrow whispered,
"If this keeps up,
I'm becoming the day after tomorrow."
[Musical break — mischievous piano/banjo]
[Yesterday]
I made you who you are!
[Today]
You helped.
[Yesterday]
HELPED? !
[Today]
Don't get carried away.
[Verse 3 — begins turning deeper]
Then Yesterday grew quieter.
Set the papers
on the floor.
"I only bring these things, " she said,
"because you loved them once before.
You call them baggage.
I call them proof
that you were here.
Every scar you blame upon me
once belonged
to something dear."
Today looked down.
For once
had nothing smart to say.
And Tomorrow—
quiet Tomorrow—
finally stood
between Yesterday
and Today.
[Bridge — music drops]
"I've listened long enough.
Yesterday—
you cannot change
what's already been.
Today—
you cannot spend your life
trying to live there again.
And both of you...
would you kindly
stop deciding
who I'm going to be? "
[Silence]
Yesterday blinked.
Today sat still.
Tomorrow smiled.
"You've handed me your failures,
your promises,
your fears.
You've planned me out
with lessons learned
from all your yesteryears.
But I am not
Yesterday corrected.
Nor Today
with one more chance.
I am unwritten.
Unpromised.
Unknown.
So perhaps...
let me arrive
before you tell me
who I am."
[Final Chorus — warm, bigger]
Yesterday withdrew the complaint.
Today withdrew hers too.
Neither one was innocent—
but neither one quite knew
that Yesterday was memory,
Today was simply now,
and Tomorrow never needed them
to tell her when or how.
So Yesterday kept her photographs.
Today poured one more cup.
Tomorrow headed for the door—
[Today]
Where are you going?
[Tomorrow]
Don't know yet.
[Yesterday]
Shouldn't you have a plan?
[Tomorrow]
Nope.
[Outro — spoken]
[Today]
So... case dismissed?
[Yesterday]
Provisionally.
[Today]
Meaning?
[Yesterday]
I'll see you tomorrow.
[Tomorrow, from a distance]
NO YOU WON'T!
[One ridiculous banjo pluck.]
☙🪶〰︎ Original Work — Words & Lyrics © Edith Lynn Niemeyer 〰︎🖋️❧
🎶 Music & Vocals created with Suno AI
✨ Creative collaboration with Serenity