My Yesterdays are all used up
My golden years are past,
The end is near yesterday
Was mine, as gone not to last,
I can only reminisce,
At my age a few tomorrows,
I cannot go back as the years are few,
Each day now seems the same, gone
So fast, yet so much awaits me as a
New day in its path.
For some to get the flu,
Some happiness in the newborn
Some to witness their last day,
As they began eternal life anew. (Heaven)
So, be happy in this day for it is not for
Me to say,
For there will be no sorrow,
As we look forward to tomorrow.
Written by Charles Garcia
, December 12,2005
Charles Garcia
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