A Time For Yesterday
Sitting in the sunshine one day, back in 1973, a phrase popped into my head. “A time for yesterdays”. I don’t know why that happens. But it still does, and I must say I’m glad. On that particular day, I sat down and wrote a poem to go with the phrase.
A Time For Yesterdays
Sometimes…when everything seems out of sorts
And glaring out at me…
I settle back into my rocking chair and think of
How sweet things used to be.
I see butterscotch, balloon men, and colored glass beads.
Happiness was mine when fun filled my needs.
I wondered if life was a merry-go-round.
Life was so easy when I stayed unwound.
Back in those wondrous yesterdays
I wandered free, without a care.
It was a time of childish games
And candy kisses I could share…
A time of dreams and “let’s pretend”…
A time of secrets with a friend.
What made the time pass suddenly?
What made me grow so fast?
Why can’t we all stay young
Without living in the past?
That butterscotch that’s sweet to me
Is something that I’ve bought,
And balloon men that once used to be
Remain now only as a thought.
The colored glass beads are
In a jewelry box somewhere,
And the kisses that I give my love
Are the kisses that I share.
Your whimsical writer,