This is the swing of my childhood...how I did love to go up in a swing, up in the air so blue...
Though moments may sweep
Temporal pleasure away
I keep my beautiful
Yesterday
Time cannot take
This treasure from me
Kept in the locket
Of memory
Tides ebb and flow
And nothing can stay
But the joy of a
Beautiful yesterday
Today is an offering
Caught in time's decay
Tomorrow it will be
Our yesterday
Lord, teach us to cherish
This moment-sway
Creating a new beautiful
Yesterday
© Janet Martin
Indeed. Beautifully true.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem reminding us to make memories to bring us joy in our tomorrows.
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