yesterdays
are the foundation bricks
to the life we build
dreams are planted in the garden
who knows what they will yield
and all these questions…
well I just try to field
yesterdays
are what we talk about
in later hours
when closeness is required
sometimes when we need hope
we can be inspired
yesterdays
are what we once called tomorrow
and in the days
when we had to beg and borrow
when we lent on friends
just to stem our sorrow
yesterdays
James Garratt – December 2009
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 