The words I planned to write
and some to say
have now become
another yesterday
Things I started doing
not yet finished
now are ever
gone away
The thoughts I thought
in fleeting moments
not remembered
now forgotten
Could have shaped my destiny
but now are dead
erased for all
eternity
Time I could have captured wisely
now so dearly cherished
gone forever
ever perished
Closer to the journey's end
with haste I must begin,
before I find tomorrow
once again
is yesterday
Ron Baron