28 Thousand Yesterdays
Why must we focus on yesterday;
it’s even been storied in song;
why can’t we focus on only today;
since yesterday’s already gone.
I’ve lived 28 thousand yesterdays;
when will I ever be able to learn;
none will return and come my way;
they’ve already had their turn.
Nearly 400 more happen each year;
I find I can barely keep track;
traumatic memories add to my fear;
sometimes I want to strike back.
My yesterdays are many lifetimes for some;
perhaps I just had more, to learn;
and, how many more; before I am done;
maybe God had time to burn.
Yesterday began known as tomorrow;
then, it suddenly became today;
once I’d accumulated all of its sorrow;
it quietly became yesterday.
It seems all my thoughts are of yesterday;
must such old memories persist;
I’d love to banish every day; but today;
with memories selectively dismissed.
Today is the only day useful to me;
yesterdays are finished and done;
today I must be who I’m meant to be;
for, tomorrow may never come.
Monty 12/29/24. # 2,543