Rubble of Yesterday
Promises of the mind set aside in the days of youth;
visions stored in a hopeful place to become dim
memories and fade away. A glimpse into the window
of twilight time lays the tombstones of yesterday’s
promises; rubble covered with reminiscent vine.
Embers burn within the soul no peace can one find;
there are fewer tomorrows, weep for the uncertainty
of the future and of dreams left behind. If you could
turn back time would you trust your heart to relive your
life, accepting the future whatever it may be, would you
disregard truth and trust what your eyes see?
Yesterday’s promises are hidden dreams, try to find new
excitement in your life, rid yourself of turmoil and strife.
Awake your consciousness, your journey is not yet over,
there are new mountains to climb, forget the rubble of
yesterday, use wisely your time.
“Life is short, live it. Love is rare, grab it. Anger is bad, dump it. Fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish it.”
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