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.
I love this poem! These are my favourite lines 🙂
“But today my yesterday is just a sweet memory.
It will always warm the cockles of my heart”
Thank you!💐💐
Very nicely written!!
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. 🙂
Such a gorgeous and somehow poignant post! Loved how you interpreted both Y and Yesterday.
This is such a beautiful piece, Sonia, I am so sorry to have missed so many of them, Glad to connect 🙂
The feeling is mutual Priyanka. I will keep dropping by to read your wonderful pieces even after tomorrow
Thank you so much 😊🌷
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!
Thank you!
Amazing poem. Loved it. Yesterday once more 😊
Thanks so much
My pleasure
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
Yes of course!
How true, till today turns into yesterday, it does not feel special. Great take on Y!