The Ghosts Of Yesterday
Many friends and loved ones simply moved on;
no longer living in this season of today;
my mind can’t conceive of the thought they’re gone;
to me; they’re the ghosts from yesterday.
Many of their past homes are no longer around;
for they, too, are buried in past graves;
they’ve all been expunged from sight or sound;
lives converted into thought waves.
Why must transition make me so depressed;
seasons, all come and then go;
must all truths be somehow repressed;
it is change that makes us grow.
Every life appears as a long, lonely path;
companionship was there for a day;
it was a time to cry; and a time to laugh;
now. they’re all ghosts of yesterday.
Many proclaim that life must go on;
oblivious to what they see and feel;
until reminded of a story or a song;
reminds them that life is surreal.
It’s been said, that time heals all wounds;
but, how can we bandage our sorrow;
only when the Master empties all tombs;
will our ghosts discover tomorrow.
Many, I loved yesterday, have gone on ahead;
their existance I no longer see;
although this world regards them as dead;
I know they’re just waiting for me
Monty 9/9/24. # 2,329