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Yesterday
Days were gone that only my sanity can gather
The truth and lies that molded the person I am
Not perfect but I am what I am
Yes! Past can’t be undone but only to be looked at
By a memory as fresh as morning comes each day
For every tick of clock’s hand it becomes my past
All [I said and did] are now fractions of my novelty
Days were gone that only my good mind can choose
The albums of my life, torn pages are fallen leaves
Muddled on the ground, buried only to be learned
That these lessons are my guidelines for tomorrow
Yesterday is my mirror and you will not be my God
To watch my shadow that each detail I am judged
Neither I care nor will I listen just to dwell upon it
When I know I am wrong and you can’t forgive me
But when all smiles cascade from bank of memory
And laughter exudes to remind you the best of me
I’ll let you take my place where I learnt to love you
Or where I hated you for not knowing how to forgive
Yes! Days were gone but only my sanity can gather
The truth and lies that molded the person I am
Not perfect but I am what I am
poem
by
Efren Petalver Carranza
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