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April 1983

 

Yesterday-Tomorrow

 

I remember what happened that day

Many years ago it is now

I was on the bus bound for school

He was in his sitting room refuge

Staring at the world through the glass

 

I glanced at him as the bus went past

Arthritic hands held clasped

One old man facing a day

That would be like so many before

Filled with yesterdays dreams and deeds

 

I dont think he saw the bus go by

Or me behind two glass sheets

Ive never seen him again

And truthfully, Ive never tried

Tomorrow was waiting to be plucked

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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