I had some thoughts of yesterday gone;
why are such things on my mind?
For yesterday still tries to live on;
it seems to be how it’s designed.
I was feeling sad about decisions, made;
I’d like to revisit so many;
but they seem to march by on parade;
and I know that I cannot change any.
What of those good days of long ago;
with many photos etched on my mind;
I’ve tried my very best not to know;
such reminders are not very kind.
Such bad memories straight from the past;
that chronicle mistakes that I’ve made.
If only those memories would fail to last;
instead of before me; arrayed.
So many memories become such a pest;
I can’t get them out of my mind;
all past decisions be laid to rest;
for such past can’t be redesigned.
If only all memories could be erased;
only then, could I begin life anew;
unless, of course, they be misplaced;
and pop up again to redo.
Sometimes I’d like to go back there;
start over from there to live on;
the past is no longer a place “where”
for we know that yesterday’s gone.