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