Just Yesterday
It seems in memories
we read about the Great Flood
Just Yesterday
We heard stories
Of the killing and the flowing blood
Just yesterday
we suffered and tread
And crossed borders through ‘The Great Divide
Just yesterday
We played ‘touch the tree’
hopscotch marbles seek and hide
Just Yesterday
We drove around in
Chevrolet s Fiats with Jeeps beside
Just yesterday
we spent warm afternoons
lazing and building castles in the sand
Just yesterday
running for the ice lolly
at the tapping of the Cart man's hand
Today I look at
Photographs reflecting memories
Of moments good and bad
Just yesterday
some others' ruled
many people,easily fooled
Today young or old
Memories happy and sad
In photographs are all we hold.
Just Happiness or sorrow
Who knows tomorrow
So I tear and pile up
Heaps of paper, to be sold.
4 comments:
Why? Why divest of all the "just yesterdays"? I want you to end a stanza earlier so that past and present, happy children games and stressed adult ones form a collage, inextricable from each other.
I shall stamp my foot and pout
if I must throw the past out.
I will think about this ...the past stays the memories linger in our minds and hearts then material does not matter and when life ends 'things' have to be given away thrown or sold for 'things are worldly and temporary' 'faith love good deeds' survive
In the last few years I sorted through family photos, memories and realized it was the memories that would remain even if the physical images were surrendered. A very insightful piece.
Dear Susie I had to do the same as the ground floor of our house was flooded-most of the photographs had to be thrown away-we don't even remember ourselves what we lost but I realized there was no point in keeping them-so began the long heavy task of sorting further -material is temporary and so is our life-Thank you for visiting It is an honor
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