Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Velvety rose coloures
memories of yesterday
Jagged, harsh, ugly today
will tomorrow be ground
smooth softened
diluted sugar coated bitterness
of my pain and regret.

Tomorrow my memories
taste of sweet sunshine
of sea air, of promise
of self worth.

Then, now and then?
My yesterdays are golden
I want to make
Them my tomorrow
But what of today?
Yesterday is still part
Of my today
And tomorrow is too close
To be ignored.

No, the here and now
Must be molded, treasured
For today
Is tomorrows
Yesterday.

Comments

Tinkerbelle

this was so confusing. Is tomorrow, yesterday's today, or is yesterday, tomorrow's today, of wat?

dewet

Have you been drinking? CONSENTRATE!!!

Tinkerbelle

Yes, yes. I've been drinking - that's right. Now read this again when you;'re sober vroumens.

Tinkerbelle

I prefer to think of the present as the past lurks with too many skeletons and the present is exactly what it is, a present.

Tin

That is exactly why you should make the most of and be the best you can TODAY...and look back on it tomorrow and be proud.

Tinkerbelle

Easier said than done...

Tin

Nobody ever said it would be easy. Nothing that is easy is worthwhile.

oops.

Dusty

I edited it slightly....well, completely.