YESTERDAY

There is a magical place

They call “long ago”.

It is filled with joy, happiness and regrets.

And in this magical place I lived,

Someone had touched it

To give me joy and to feel its presence.

Was it the hand of God that

Filled it with joy,

I wonder now and long for it.

As I slowly age and look into the mirror,

The future looks so uncertain

But the past an imprimatur of days gone by.

Am I a fool that lives there?

Do I dwell where I dwelt and

Not let loose the ties?

I cannot forsake the past I know,

It gave me what I am and

So I live today and dream of yesterday.