Because of this illness, it something processed as like have a visible ticking clock, Somehow to me,there's a sense of urgency , try harder perhaps bit better get it right.
Think rediscovered ,You don't have as many opportunities as you imagine.
The flowers and my love,
Passed away under the rain,
Where is my yester-love?
You hear a word perhaps oddly in a song, then years later it comes back into focus. Like . . yester ..then years later it turns up in a poem.
a short poem ,but like the song meaningful and emotive.
I had a dream, so did you
Life was warm and love was true
Two kids who followed all the rules
Yester fools
And now now it seems those yester dreams
Were just a cruel and foolish game we used to play
Yester-me yester-you yesterday.
Stevie Wonder. ( bit of Tamla ..)
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