Poems About Love
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;
The Passions Of Yesterday
Why must I always long for the past;
cannot my loves forever dwell?
Passions should be destined to last;
not cast into a memory hell.
Love is a fog; a memory, I’ve missed;
within me; it dwelt one day;
remembering when we passionately kissed;
oh,
The Visionary
Vision is life’s most curious mystery;
each person’s sight is most unique;
visions of others, throughout history;
are not ours to critique.
Most think they only see with their eyes;
such thoughts are not the truth;
that they see with their mind; may surprise;
but our
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
Forgotten Love
Loneliness is the vacuum; in which I live;
a place where old folks dwell;
although I still have so much love to give;
I exist in this vacuous hell.
When I go to work; I’m just the old man;
a puzzle for others to solve;
I try
Character Actor
I’ve been many things; all rolled into one;
some led to success; others, disaster;
mostly oblivious to how it all had become;
in life; I’m a character actor.
I crawled onto life’s stage as a tiny baby;
insignificant in every way;
my future roles, uncertain;
The Peace That Comes After
We all must negotiate life’s angry seas;
enduring the violent ebb and flow;
many times; we’re driven to our knees;
for we’ve no other place to go.
Life is divided into very diverse seasons;
some, of laughter; others; tears;
only the Master
