Like an old habit that dies hard
Yesterday hangs on.
Standing in the doorway
It tugs at my heartstrings.
Spins a pale green yarn
to keep me snug
when winter sets in.
Dissolves like saccharin
in a cup of sugarless tea,
and tempts me with its simplicity.
Pulls out half a poem
written in spring
and brings a memory
flooding in.
Lyrics strewn on paper
on the last day of school,
Notes lying in files
written on Shakespeare’s fools!
They play a song on FM
that ferries me back in time,
I have a tale to sing along
about how I earned my first dime.
It may have been a task as hard as it could be
But today my yesterday is just a sweet memory.
It will always warm the cockles of my heart
no matter how far,
And keep coming back to me
because I choose to leave its box ajar.
Today is forever a knotty tale
that makes me fret a while,
And until it turns into yesterday
I may never find it worthwhile.
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This post is a part of Blogchatter’s AtoZ Challenge. The other posts in this series maybe read here.
Very nicely written!!
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Lovely! April 2019 will make for some very pleasant “yesterdays” in times to come. I sure will look back on this month with find memories. 🙂
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Such a gorgeous and somehow poignant post! Loved how you interpreted both Y and Yesterday.
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This is such a beautiful piece, Sonia, I am so sorry to have missed so many of them, Glad to connect 🙂
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The feeling is mutual Priyanka. I will keep dropping by to read your wonderful pieces even after tomorrow
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Thank you so much 😊🌷
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No words! Your poetry skills are also amazing! Let’s fill our today with delightful memories so that today would be grateful to turn into yesterday!
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Thank you!
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Amazing poem. Loved it. Yesterday once more 😊
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Thanks so much
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My pleasure
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Your poem made me realize that in two days, it will be a month full of yesterdays that I will be missing. Beautiful take on Y
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Yes of course!
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How true, till today turns into yesterday, it does not feel special. Great take on Y!
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