Yesterday is over,
Memories and shadow,
Whispers of a lifetime,
Echoes that we borrow.
Picture postcard images,
Reflections that are spent,
Those faded tinted witnesses,
To where the laughter went.
*
Today is only marking,
The beat upon life’s drum,
A melody of circumstance,
The rhythm we’ve become.
We play a game of chance,
With cards already dealt,
And hope the suit we follow,
Is not a life mis-spent.
*
When tomorrow comes,
Defined by all we’ve seen,
We pray no regret is evident,
In all that we have been.
We’ll leave a trailing scent
A hint of who we were,
And we will be remembered,
Before our shadows blur.
helen midgley 
I like this very much…especially, ” A melody of circumstance, The rhythm we’ve become.”
Thank you.
Thanks for reading and the lovely comment 🙂
Great poem with some lovely images, I really liked the analogy with the game of cards.
Thank you. Pity we can’t shuffle those cards if we don’t like the hand! 😉
Ha, yes.
“Nope, nope, nope, yay full house! I’ll take that life, please.” 🙂
Very nice. Enjoyed the message as well as the timing & rhyme…
Thanks.
Thanks 🙂
You always speak to my heart.
Ahh, thank you for such a nice comment 🙂
I do love your poems.
Thanks so much for liking, I’m really pleased people do 🙂