Yesterdays

YESTERDAYS

Yesterdays litter the streets of our dreams
New once but now out of style
Where do they go when the new day arrives
Are they just trash in some pile

Are they all crumpled and tattered and worn
Or are they tomorrows as yet to be born

Do yesterdays die and then brown and decay
Tattered like garments threadbare
Do they wait for the wind to just blow them away
Randomly tossed here and there

Are they life's refuse devoid of all worth
Destined to scatter to ends of the earth

Are yesterdays gone to be heard from no more
Like lovers who parted in pain
Do all our todays have this waiting in store
Exiled to a hopeless domain

Are they the junkyard of where we have been
Unwanted memories of life's toil and sin

Perhaps they are not all so useless and spent
They may hold much more than we know
Yesterdays may not be quite so content
To gracefully bow out and go

Perhaps they are really our lives' phoenix bird
They may hold a secret that we haven't heard

They may help to fertilize our future dreams
Like plowed under crops in a farm
Yesterdays may sew the cloth and the seams
That clothe out the next day with charm

It may be that yesterday's pain and distress
Will be that which brings us tomorrow's success