A Place Called Yesterday   8 comments



There is a place called yesterday

I passed it down the road

A place the heart can stop and play

And loose it’s heavy load


Memories live in this old place

And most find respite there

A friend, a sweet familiar face

Give sweetness to the air.


Best not linger there too long

What’s there is in the past

But like notes of an old favorite song

The soft melodies still last.






(Something I wrote a couple of years ago and felt it deserved another post)

Posted November 1, 2015 by PapaBear in Experiences, Personal, Poetry

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8 responses to “A Place Called Yesterday

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  1. Beautiful Paul! 🙂

  2. A wonderful poem, Paul, I like the sense of nostalgia and how it flows 🙂

  3. This is so true.. it would be so much easier to live in the past sometimes though:)

  4. Loved this my friend

  5. You are a poet and I know it. Sleep well my friend~

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