Thursday, July 26, 2018

The Yearning.

A day passes
It becomes the past
What happens then?
Can be forgotten or hidden
A moment is all it takes
Not to be late
For what it is
Becomes what it was

 A hold on
Is without a turn
It is a goodbye
That let’s go by
A thanks not given
But a command taken
For what was,
was once what is.
Make haste
Slacken not the paste
For the little steps of yesterday
Bridge the gap today
What happiness lies behind
That you can’t find ahead?
For what it was
Can better be made what it is.


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