Yesterdays fill my mind
when I try to remember
names, dates or places
where yesterdays lived.
Memories, like birds
flit and fly around my mind.
If I set my mind's hand
outstretched, one may
land lightly to say hello.
We speak with each other
in heart tones that have no
other language and when
it’s time, I raise my hand
to the sky and let go of
that precious little bird.
“Yesterday is just a memory.”
~ Bob Dylan
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