I spent most of today in yesterday;
its thoughts came in as a storm;
my mind quickly shelved today;
tho my body couldn’t conform.
Yesterday was an adventure, lost;
its leaves had fallen from the tree;
though I’ll never be free of its cost;
nevertheless, it still captivates me.
I put yesterday’s thoughts behind,
it has no special allure for me.
When yesterday’s honestly defined;
it’s dried up leaves, from a tree.
My mind is a relentless traveler;
going through the annals of time;
my body’s becoming a cadaver;
returning to the elements, by design.
Consider we live in two diverse places;
birthed in the ground; floating in air;
growing brittle bones and aging faces;
throwing out clippings of nails and hair;
A body is brittle; and face shows wear;
it’s not always thoughts, that are flailing;
the body’s condition can cause despair;
it’s often body; not the mind, failing.
Surprisingly when we near last breath;
with thoughts of fear and being alone;
God will return us to yesterday, in death;
for, yesterday, is our eternal home.
Every lifetime contains a time to die;
leaving behind, the remnants of decay;
on the life of the soul, you can rely;
and yesterday, shall never pass away.