Yesterday Once More Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

I saw a place with a nice new face
On the street I knew before -
A place where passion stirs and memory sways,
A lingering dream of yesterday once more.

I saw a house that memories rouse,
And an old tree I used to climb
To see the shed for cows, the garret for mouse,
Just like once upon a time.

Now I often walk on the street we lived and loved before.
I linger long, as I`ve missed you more and more.
Each pace brings new hope as I try to trace
Old folks and friends who still stay in God`s grace.

But we perceive not God's profound ways,
Bruised and bewildered in this trying time and space.
There is still hope to retrace each wrong pace before,
As we linger here, limping in yesterday once more.