The past has passed and 'do-overs' not likely to come again.

Yesterday is thumbin' a ride,
sweatin' a storm,
chokin' on dust
about to faint,
pull to the side.
Yesterday is slinkin' away
finished, worn out,
lived but a day.
Nobody cares
it's spent, astray.
Yesterday leaves but memories
stuck on replay.
Shadows linger
caught in corners
of miseries.
Yesterday, chased by tomorrow,
dwaddled here, there,
wanting more time.
Almost human . . .
the line's narrow.
Yesterday, after draggin' feet,
closed dusk's curtains
on all his dreams.
Laid down, eyes shut . . .
gone in a heartbeat . . .
leaving shattered remnants behind.