Yesterday, And Beyond

This is a personal poem on themes

I believe many of us share. If this is true

Does it become a shared poem? Interested?

Let’s start at the very beginning, or the end

Not sure which is which and when is when

Let us discuss, yesterday; it’s a far safer topic 

Then the future. That’s looking grimmer and grimmer

Every passing day. Memory casts a sepia-toned veil

Over things which have been. Did we really try our best?

Could we have done this or that; danced naked in the rain

Surrendered to our primal passions; does it make any difference?

A thing done is a thing done; an experience experienced.

Today’s a fleeting moment, filled with half promises, hopes

And disappointments; hustling and bustling for attention

For a moment of your time; balanced somewhere between

Dreams, ambitions as yet unfulfilled and the “why did I do that?”

Time passed. There we are, on a tightrope, blindfolded

Trying to advance, held back by regrets, unanswered questions

Attempting to retain the ragged remains of a working brain

How do we do it? I don’t know. I’m just hoping it won’t rain.