In September, when warm summer days have <br />slipped into faded memories of too few breezes, <br />winter is close at hand, with its visions of <br />leafless trees, blanketed nights and bone <br />chilling days. Ahhhhh, for those scorching day <br />of mid July, when we cursed the heated nights, <br />as we lie sweltering in our beds. <br /> <br />It has always be and will forever be; that <br />which we no longer have, is that of which <br />we yearn for most. <br /> <br />Is not love cherished more when the time <br />to part has come? Why do we always yearn <br />for the yesterdays that were taken so lightly, <br />when they were our 'todays? ' And, when <br />the flower has wilted on the vine, is it not <br />the memory of its beauty that we so <br />yearn for? <br /> <br />Yesterdays...yesterday, oh how I yearn for <br />yesterday. Today, is the tomorrow we thought <br />about yesterday. Today, hold close to you, <br />those who you love, for in the cover of darkness, <br />'today', will slip quietly and forever, into <br />yesterday. Fill you 'todays' with the goodness <br />within you and your memories of yesterdays, <br />will be your salvation tomorrow. <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-didn-t-know-what-i-had/
