BACK TO YESTERDAY

There was a place, many places of my yesterday,

Far back in a place of snowy woods, a child so young.

Superman, batman, bicycle, and a tree swing once was,

Remembering the summer sun where a small boy would run.

Back to yesterday, another town to roam around, I found,

Headed for the future as my thoughts travel to a yesterday,

As life and time move ahead, cobwebs are more where I began.

I have moved, aged in a few different ways, tomorrow always has a yesterday,

My eyes open to a miracle morning, miracle being another day.

Keith Garrett