Yesterday Poem by Job Ombati

You remember:

It's just the other day
we were young,
strong,
and
full of vigour and dreams.

Yet,
like book pages
under an experienced
magician's spell:
No hand,
no moistened finger.
Yet, the pages of time
turned.

You remember:

It's only yesterday
we trampled valleys,
drained village swamps,
laughed at rapids
and waterfalls,
mocked lightning,
and dated ALL danger.

But we are here now—
you and me,
petrified
and mesmerized
by time.
Hesitant
to venture into a vast future
and part with the past.

The past is a dream
whose delightful details
have blurred.

The future—
a scary cliff hidden in mist.

© Poems for Humanity
[Friday,12 June 2026; 5: 29 a.m. - Nairobi]```