The Uselessness of Yesterday

Time is such a fickle thing
It sways
It moves
It ever sings
It’s always new and never old
Yet more of it can make you bold

You somehow have it all the time
Yet not
It goes
Fast as the rhyme
It sits upon you like a weight
But still it drifts with every date

You have it all, but still have none
You wake
You work
You always run.
It ages you but stays away
It’s useless used so stay awake

If you fail to take your time
It sways
It moves
It says goodbye
You’ll find tomorrow here today
The uselessness of Yesterday.