Past Tomorrows

 

Past Tomorrows

 

Trace every day the same track,

Collecting boredom you can’t unsack.

What relief for the aching back?

More work, less pay, and a plastic plaque.

 

Todays the same as yesterdays,

The more we move, the more we stay.

Occasions pile in dim array,

Waking to perform the same cliché.

 

Recall is a slowly mudded stream,

Memories the vestiges of dreams.

Regrets not as sweet as sorrows,

The past lives in our tomorrows.

 

Weeks circle in the same old spin,

Enthusiasm long gone thin.

Unfocus the might have been,

When do you get to win?

 

Having to play for the team,

Having to replay the same old theme.

Something in your eye lost its gleam,

When did you run out of steam?

 

Recall is a slowly mudded stream,

Memories the vestiges of dreams.

Regrets not as sweet as sorrows,

The past lives in our tomorrows.

 

How will we take up this slack?

What did we have that we now lack?

How did we get so off the track?

How do we take the future back?

 

Recall is a slowly mudded stream,

Memories the vestiges of dreams.

Regrets not as sweet as sorrows,

The past lives in our tomorrows.

 

Cliff Lake 4/8/2025

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