Minute after minute
Day upon day
I sit, I reminisce
About the beauty
The simple joys
Of yesterday
long walks on the beach
The shared street food, yes please
Crazy Saturday nights
Lazy Sunday afternoons, at least
You hold the bucket
of memories
Always, it's heavier than before
It's true what they say, my dear
You age in experiences
Not in years!
The yesterday
And the tomorrow
Hold so much allure
We forget to live
Right now
Delegate the living
Some more
like all of life's little truths
It's so simple, it is scary
We tried to look at it
Every which way
But Today, right now
is the tomorrow's
good old days
