Yesterday

A tomorrow once, now

just another of the beat up old junkers

on the blocks out back

rusting away among the roses.

A few parts, perhaps

worth salvaging,

the radio, a catalytic converter, bit of chrome

to turn into a been there buckle but

not much else to show for all the miles it weathered.

And that’s how it goes.

When you wake the morning’s already shot

to hell and you’re late for where

ever it was you intended to be.

It’s raining, or

they haven’t plowed yet and

what’s left of your ambition gets

rolled up and carted off with

the rest of last night’s delusions.

And if you’re lucky, today

will pass before you have time to

notice how much it turned out to be

just like yesterday. Another

tomorrow.

Ken e Bujold 

Reviews

[Laz K.]

Very vivid, easy-to-visualize imagery here. The tone is very "immediate" and it speaks to the reader in a way that creates a sense of familiarity. The topic is relatable as well, since we are all swimming in the same river called time watching things disappear and reappear.

[W. Barrett Munn]

A really excellent subject touched by a word painter’s brush and transformed into art.

Winston

[Chris Shaw]

There are good days and bad days. Happy and sad days. We live in them all and then they pass. Some we salvage in good memories, others we bury forever. I enjoyed the metaphor you used. Reminds me of my 16 year old Citroen. Old and well used but much loved. Hanging on by a thread. Have a good weekend Ken. I enjoyed my visit here. All the best.

Chris

[emmajoygreen]

Sad and sadder in a way to know that days are only one long timeless day; that repetition has such little worth. Yet, could be true, either by the 'nothing worth talking about' having little or no credibility or - that nil by life is merely throw away unlived moments -just turn them to the wall. Another tomorrow in a time machine without a schedule, perhaps?

As happens, food for thought. Thank you