Looking Back On Yesterday

How can I look back on yesterday;
I once had called it tomorrow;
after that came; it became today;
now, it’s a memory of sorrow.

Yesterday was once my future;
surely I’d bask in success;
today, I’m more like a moocher;
with a lonely country address.

I enjoy my lonely country scenes;
tho success didn’t bring me here;
I am in no way a man of means;
I am lonely; and living in fear.

What does the future hold for me;
nothing but an unmarked grave;
have we become too blind to see;
that only the Master can save?

I look ahead to a lonely tomorrow;
expecting even more of the same;
compiling a legacy of more sorrow;
this world is life; only in name.

And yet; I keep looking at yesterday;
even though it has little allure;
its memory; a mere staircase to today;
its stench is much like manure.

Wiping my tears, I look to tomorrow;
expecting death to end all strife;
instead, I’ll celebrate the end of sorrow;
when the Master grants new life.

Monty 12/28/24. # 2,539