Yesterday retreats
Hiding in the shadows
Fading yet clinging
Like a frightened child
Slowly the grip weakens
Wrenched free by today
Relegated to days past
Diminished by time
We turn to face the future
What lies beyond
The reality of today
Molded by yesterday
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About oldmainer
I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
Ink lings 
nicely done, sir
Thank you Paul
This is really meaningful to me–I especially love the final 2 lines.
Glad it worked for you
Reblogged this on oldmainer.
A whole treatise in a nutshell – when poetry works it really works. Enjoyed this one enormously.