A Distant Yesterday

[Lyn05]

Today,
I sang a song
And played a tune from my childhood
On the old piano in the hall.

Tomorrow,
I’ll sit in the garden with the breeze,
And watch the leaves dance
As they fall to lie in the grass.

The day after that,
I’ll take a stroll
Down the beach
And listen to the waves sing
As they crash onto the sand

But what exactly did I do
Yesterday?

[breathtest]

A simple piece, yet quite powerful and memorable in its wording. You have done a very good job hear Lyn05.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I was enchanted with the first three verses, the seemingly artless simplicity of them. But I felt like bawling and kicking my feet on the ground at the unexpected - and, I think, unjustified - turnaround at the end. How are we to go from the youthful playfulness of those first verses to what I take to be the regret of an aging person's loss of short-term memory?

[JWHooper]

Today,
I sang a song
And played a tune from my childhood
On the old piano in the hall.

Tomorrow,
I’ll sit in the garden with the breeze,
And watch the leaves dance
As they fall to lie in the grass.

The day after that,
I’ll take a stroll
Down the beach
And listen to the waves sing
As they crash onto the sand

But what exactly did I do
Yesterday?
Poetic analysis can tell us that we the readers can analyze the conception of human's brain toward "beautiful" flowers and love of nature. My question is though - how we can relate this to our daily writings toward philosophy?

[Lyn05]

Hi everyone. Thank you for taking time to read this and to comment.

breathtest, thanks a a lot! I'm really glad to hear that.

PrinceMyshkin, actually I was trying to voice out my own thoughts. Although I'm a teen, my memory is quite poor (no offense to anyone!), so sometimes I really can't remember what I did the day before. Perhaps I should've added a few lines to make it better?

JWHooper, I'm really sorry, but I don't quite get your question. Could you explain it a little more? Thanks, and sorry for the trouble.