Sometimes people say to me, <br />why do you write so much about the past? <br />I look at them with dreamy eyes; <br />a small smile curls my lips, <br />visions of my childhood, <br />runs across my mind. <br />Of the days of innocence <br />that were left so far behind. <br />Those days when everything was new, <br />so ready to explore. <br />Then one day the world came by, <br />with its harsh reality, <br />and with a sweep of its hand, <br />took all the innocence away. <br />Therefore, now you know why, <br />I want to be a yesterday man.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-man/
