Indelible ink of life etches slivers of time,
into every silvered hairline.
Furrowed brows and smiles sift, fill,
filter away, as today becomes yesterday.
Minutes stretch into hours
and whys, ifs, buts or maybe’s,
used to transform experience, have
woven a path that catches chance
in the daily dance of living.
A tangible gift of choice for each moment of giving.
No answers exist or reason abides
to turn clock back or change what we decide.
Yesterday has passed, time no longer alive to
deceive, feel, steal, or touch
Yesterday infiltrates space, where deeds done,
some made nothing of, or much, got dipped
in-between emotions of love and hate.
On looking back, another yesterday
may have been left to suffer similar fate.
If every single day stayed submerged,
or disastrous obstacles impassable
We may be given time to reflect, or deflect a possibility,
how we self-paralysed through inane stupidity,
Or not recognised we have infinite ability, to re-learn
on how to be consumed with joy, not repeatedly burned.
One opportunity to do right, to get things sorted.
If distorted by the ugly and vain
leaves us a yesterday of time
we can never change, to relive again.