The dusty lanes of yesterday
....Have been repaved with Concrete
...Nothing Iffy about my steps....
....In this day of loves bittersweet!
Back in the day of Rose coloured glasses
...Back in the day of the yellow
...Brick Road...
Back in the day when i could do no wrong, ha!
...Has been replaced by a heavier
...Load...
I carry it with me upon my shoulders
...Broad and strong and tough
...Skinned...
Remembering all of my yesterdays
...Recalling the situations i was in
Those dusty days and lanes are gone now
...Reality has bore her oft' ugly
...Head...
And so i take softer and slower steps
...Remembering all the wrongs
...That i said...
For back in the days of yore
...Back in the days of
...Before...
I was my very own worst enemy
...Always act before i would
...See...
And end up emotionally, and totally information poor
Theodora (Theo) Onken
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-and-today-what-about-tomorrow/
