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
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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