Yesterday is a finished page
You cannot turn to dot an i
Or add a yearning postscript
However long you cry.
Tomorrow is a gilded page
You are eager to begin,
Tracing the alluring lines,
Blocking colors in.
Between the two is stark today.
It bids you never borrow
From your futile yesterday
Or flattering tomorrow.
(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)
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