Yesterday’s Ghosts

Warming hands on grandpop's pipe

Walking side by side through day's last light

These are the times I remember the most

When I look back on yesterday's ghosts.

Memory plays tricks on all by the score

But leaves just a crack to yesterday's door,

No matter what we as mortals will do

Those thoughts will influence us all our life through.

            We laugh on a whim or shed a short tear

It's something from long ago we can hear,

They live on in our minds of that I am sure

For without yesterday's ghosts our life would be poor.

Revere them or fear them I care not a jot

But remember them all the whole blessed lot,

For our mind is host for those we care most

Of those wonderful yesterday's ghosts.

                © 1996 J. Robert Whittle