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Reflection (poem)

Updated on January 29, 2017

There’s not a lot for me to say

Who let a dream just slip away

I blame it on a brash blind youth

Who hadn’t learned to see the truth

I wish that he were me today


And oh the things that he would say

Of all he did that caused dismay

If he had taken time to see

That one day he would become me

Whose dreams are now called yesterday


There isn’t much for him to say

When all is now in clear display

Such memories of days gone by

He doesn’t see why I should cry

Could I be he for just one day


Now there we were what could we say

Was this a dream that went astray

This once was me now standing there

So unlike me without a care

This promise that was yesterday


There’s not a lot for me to say

Who let a dream just slip away

Now he is I and I am him

Reflections of a passing whim

A memory that was today


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      Nithya Venkat 8 months ago from Dubai

      Great poem, if only we could bring back those days things would be different.

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      whonunuwho 8 months ago from United States

      A poignant reminder hat we all would like to recapture our "Yesterdays" and to change them for the better if we all could, yet accepting no matter what. Blessings my friend. whonu