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Yesterday
Out of the past to the present
Comes a sad sweet song from afar
Back from a world of yesterday
Down from a blue-white star.
It comes across the ages,
Oh hark, my soul, and be still,
Back from the days of long ago,
A voice floating down from the hill.
Before
My thoughts are scattered
across
the table
Like pieces of a puzzle
that can't be put together.
Tomorrow
the unknown
Help me God
Take the pieces of my
jigsaw puzzle
mind
Fit them together
into a plan
and give me
the missing
pieces
I need
but have never been able
to find.
Opinion Poll
I have
consulted
the astrologer
the psychiatrist
the social worker
the neighbor
and my cat
No one has an answer
What can I do
about that?
| poetry 1 | poetry 2 | poetry 3 |
| poetry 4 | poetry 5 | poetry 6 |
| poetry 7 | poetry 8 | poetry 9 |
| poetry 10 | poetry 11 | poetry 12 |
contents copyright 2002 Trish S.