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Yesterday is Memory's secretary.
Yesterday is its editor,
Whiting out life's drivel.
Today is Memory's predator.
Memory rents storage space
From a temperamental landlord, the Soul.
But Today selectively reaches into
That big bottomless bowl.
With Truth,
Memory is always holding hands.
But most of the time
They have different plans.
Now
says to Then
"Yes,
"I do remember when."
Then says
"That's not how it was, kid!"
Now says
"What matter if a Didn't becomes a Did?"
Memory must always
Be on its toes
Wherefrom come one thousand sparks?
Who really knows?
The nose is Memory's sentinel:
A certain smell recalls 1959
And sounds of music are
Thickly encrusted on Memory's spine.
When all the Yesterdays meet
It's either swim or sink
But Memory's blueprint
Is written in erasable ink.
It is everything ever (or never)
Said, done or heard
But Today is Memory's mouthpiece
And always has the last word.
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Footnote
YESTERDAY & TODAY was written in 1998: more than six thousand yesterdays ago.
Today, it is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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A poem to read daily, at least once.
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