Where my love have all the years gone <br />Looking back into my chest of forbidden <br />fruits of yesterdays harvest, I see the golden <br />hills filled with so many promices of years <br />gone with expired dreams of exucution <br /> <br />Wondering how many many times after <br />each and every busy day, attendng each <br />and every detail in my life, reasuring each <br />is tucked in and placed in its own world, <br />I still maintain the private moments held <br />inside the walls of my silent heart <br /> <br />Its ok, to be happy, to love, to lust, and <br />to mostly be content with todays fortune <br />But nowhere did anyone say that yesterdays <br />dreams should be forgotten and cremated <br />into a slient well of forbidden moments of life <br /> <br />Well knowing this, well accecpting this, as <br />I know only too well, you have done, from <br />afar, we see and feel the moments that <br />once were the epitome of yesterdays tomorrow....<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitome-of-yesterday-s-tomorrow/
