YESTERDAY by THE BEATLES. Poem by Craig Kirchner.

 

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though there here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday.    

 

I wrote Today, it was published.

I’m rewriting Tomorrow,

don’t like the ending,

and I realized it would be a nice trio

if I could come up with a Yesterday.
 
 
The Beatles did it, knowing that

love, lovers, and the games involved

are what first come to mind,

along with car crashes,

near death experiences

and the birth of children.
 
 
We eloped, your parents freaked,

didn’t speak to me for years.

It was us, a clerk at the courthouse,

and a witness who happened by.

The certificate stayed in the glove

compartment until I wrecked the car.
 
 
Suddenly I’m not half the man I used to be

There’s a shadow hanging over me

Oh. yesterday came suddenly
 
 
The honeymoon at Downingtown

we laugh about often,

when discussion of yesterdays

come around to uneventful events,

seems the ring, and, you know,

were the only things I got right.
 
 
Point is recollections with this title

can’t be trivial, like best lasagna,

golf game or hair day,

they need to be revelatory, gritty,

but don’t be waiting on the dirt bio

and the accompanying metaphors.
 
 
Why she had to go I don’t know

she wouldn’t say. I said something wrong

Now I long for yesterday
 
 
 I read an article that showed data,

that social support boosts your immune system,

old friends make you live longer.

If I have known you, and you

are reading this, you may have

been one of yesterday’s soul mates,

a Sundance to Butch, a Gracie to Allen,

a Thelma to Louise.

Hopefully that will carry on into today,

perhaps prompt a call,

and maybe help me rewrite Tomorrow.
 
 
Yesterday love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

 

 

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