Yesterday

Ink lings

Yesterday retreats
Hiding in the shadows 
Fading yet clinging  
Like a frightened child

Slowly the grip weakens
Wrenched free by today
Relegated to days past
Diminished by time

We turn to face the future
What lies beyond
The reality of today
Molded by yesterday

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer .wordpress.com as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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