Yesterday’s story
Stirs images of glory
Victory and defeat
We gaze ‘cross the stages
Of yesterday’s pages
With sighs; bittersweet
But then we remember
It will soon be November
And tomorrow we’ll look at today
Simply a memory
A small piece of history
As today becomes yesterday
So we dare not waste it
We will touch, feel and taste it
Not stand here in useless worry
As we cherish the hours
Like summer’s sweet flowers
Soon today will be yesterday’s story
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Janet Martin
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