by SweetGirl

Yesterday's happenings,are now only memories-never in "Present"again

Forever in the Past,as well as this thought-as well as every sin.

This very second,this very breath-never again to be

For this Present now,has become the Past-somewhere lost and free.

Yet not forgotten,nor erased-we just don't have a way

To lock the seconds,to freeze the moment-to bring back Yesterday.

Words once spoken,feelings once felt-now flowing with the wind

Gone with the Past,we look for the Future-and whatever it may send.

Although when Future arrives,it becomes the Present-but leaves so very fast

And soon will be,like everything else-disappearing in the Past.