Once upon a memory
Of days that strode
in glory,
When sun and moon
would show deference
And every moment as
Christmas without difference
I could with the wind
flow
And with the stars glow;
The life I knew was fab
and free
Before time played
its prank on me
Tomorrow is now
today;
Time truly changes
yesterday.
With tabernacle all frumpy
without,
Sit I amidst nature
as one in rout;
When the story shall
be told,
I came and conquered
and slept very old.
At the crest of my
hoarse tone
Do I sometimes croon
not to feel alone;
The trees all
whisper: look, he is old,
I know I’m old; must
I feel old?
Tomorrow is now
today;
Time truly changes
yesterday.
=== Written by Jacobs
Adewale ===
Poem entry for "Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest 2015"
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