Yesterdays

Yesterdays

Hundreds of them

Hit me like a ton of bricks

When they come to the forefront

How I long for them

Grandparents, friends, lost loves

The old mall that is torn down

That old hatchback wagon

And classic songs…….

They all have a story attached to them

At least I can go back and play them

And long some more

What is it about yesterdays?

That they can do no wrong

Am I that biased?

Or were they really that perfect?

Why are they so much better than the todays and tomorrows of the world?

And someday…….

Will today (tomorrow’s yesterdays) hold that special place in my heart?

Author: Whipped Owl

Writer Musician Historian Sportsman Loner

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