Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

part 1


My yesterdays,
Like bouquets of dried roses
Tied with yellow ribbons
Placed in a vase of dazzling colours
In the centre of my room
Of memories

The hopes are there
Now browned and dead
The whispers of wishes
Are faded and cracked
The desires are dried
Falling to pieces

Part 2

My todays
Are like parchments
Opened on the desks
In my mind’s eye
A quill with an ink well
So ready with words

Determination in calligraphies
Of bold strokes
My spirit like hieroglyphics
Squiggled through the page
My needs, wants, desire
Written in sad poetries

part 3

My tomorrows
are like a flight through Maya
A goal focused
Yet subject to change
Beauty Known
But may convulse to transform

Hope for the best
Be ready for the worst
Hope for affection
Be ready for none
Hope for progress
Be ready for regress

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Are as we make it
The sadness and the sorrows
The joy and elations
They are not ours to keep
They are what we borrow
To leave as we leave this existence