Yesterday crawled, crept, from under a stone
forcefully clawed in--which I don’t condone
yesterday came wasted but had a turn
there are rewards, time-outs, that we each earn
everything on earth dreams--each has a yearn
yesterday--craving more time--had a plan
a revolution . . . to dawn once again
but his surreal dream changes what should be
to relive the past can bring misery
why is yesterday blind . . . why can’t he see?
let tomorrow rise bright with inner glow
yesterday’s a memory --- let it go
a new beginning tomorrow I pray
with no plans to resurrect a ‘spent’ day
yesterday has been
give it no more spin
yesterday please go
old tears can't still flow
in my sorrows drown
yesterday
-- creep softly away!
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Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2004
yesterday please go
old tears can't still flow
in my sorrows drown
yesterday
-- creep softly away!
..after having read your blog re your life..I sit here head bent in repentance ..I dare complain about my life?..I dare shake my hand in anger toward heaven?..Thankyou Sandy for opening my eyes..for knocking on the door of a heart just about to give up...I am forever indebted to you..may light,love and joy envelop your life from now on..may heaven smile upon you and yours..I'm so shaken by your story ..I commend you on your courage strength and perseverance in daily life...thankyou for being you...{{hugs}}}
Vesna *smile*
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2004
We can't forget some yesterdays, know matter how hard I try.
Written very well......
Five years have passed. The sequel to the award-winning Chapel of Eternal Love, this book revisits the same couples in the first book, and where the lives have taken them since they left the altar at The Chapel of Eternal Love
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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old tears can't still flow
in my sorrows drown
yesterday
-- creep softly away!
..after having read your blog re your life..I sit here head bent in repentance ..I dare complain about my life?..I dare shake my hand in anger toward heaven?..Thankyou Sandy for opening my eyes..for knocking on the door of a heart just about to give up...I am forever indebted to you..may light,love and joy envelop your life from now on..may heaven smile upon you and yours..I'm so shaken by your story ..I commend you on your courage strength and perseverance in daily life...thankyou for being you...{{hugs}}}
Vesna *smile*
Written very well......
so enjoyable
Yesterday is the past gone
tomorrow is the future, not here yet
Today is the now, do what needs to be done
today, let tomorrow wait it's turn.
William ... love and peace
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(