Yesterday

sorenbarrett

 When young, nursery rhymes we sung
Around my neck reckless arms you flung
You pretended I was king, I gave you a broken ring
promising to make you queen

In your fright you held me tight
I chased away your monsters in black of night
You may recall, that through it all
hand in hand, out of poverty we did crawl

Years came and went, passion's currency spent
A stranger moved in without my consente 
We grew gray, a chilly wind filled the way
Now I dream of yesterday

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  • Doggerel Dave

    The passage of time Soren, modifies,and sometimes, grows into maturity.
    I think you covered that nicely.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Dave your remarks are most appreciated as is the on spot interpretation

    • Neville

      there are those who insist that nothing is new, or nothing ever changes ..
      I say nothing stays the same and you just gone and proved it .. nice, very ..

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks for the read Neville and you are so right. Change is the only constant

      • Teddy.15

        This is one of the most touching poems I've ever read about missing ones wife, loved every line especially about your son, I really understand. Beautiful as can be and so creative. Bravo my dearest sorrenbarret 🌹

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks so much Teddy your words are most appreciated as always

        • orchidee

          Good write SB.

        • MendedFences27

          The constant change of life, exemplified by your poem. It reads like a sad story, with a not too happy ending. Sometimes, in reflection, we are able to select the good bits and enjoy those memories in later years. A fine poem. - Phil A.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much for the read and interpretation is is appreciated

          • Garth Rakumakoe

            With every sentence one can feel how the hammer drives the nail home on this one. It starts of candidly, only to sober raw hurt, that stares one in the face, only to leave you peacefully, and without confrontation. Message delivered, gifted one.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Garth your gracious remarks are humbly accepted and appreciated. Thank you so much

            • Cheeky Missy

              [https://youtu.be/c3rkEeFS7Ng?si=fGqfiF5p0UsjwQsl]
              They showed us when we were young about the glorious future which lay ahead, but only lent us hints about the ugly face its elder being owned.
              Paul McCartney's tribute seemed too fitting, so I included it.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much for that quote from a great song writer. Your read and remark are deeply valued

              • Dan Williams

                See previous comment. Uncertain more than sad. First rate.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you Dan your review is most appreciated

                • rhmn_7

                  Time alters everybody, like it or not, but in essence some still manage to stay the same.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Nicely said. Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated

                  • Accidental Poet

                    That rear-view mirror is there for a reason, even more than one. Wonderfully penned soren. 😉👍

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thanks Accidental in the mirror things always appear farther than they are.



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