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A free-verse look at my yesterdays. |
| My yesterdays stretch out behind me in a winding path that disappears over the horizon beyond my memory. Some yesterdays were red-letter days of triumph and personal joy, days of some momentous occasion in my life. Others were black days of pain and suffering. Most were merely plain, unremarkable days of no particular note. All have melded together forming the memories marking the passage of my existence on Earth. I treasure all my yesterdays since each day was a brick that contributed to building the mosaic of my life. My yesterdays carried me up the long hill to today, where I stand looking wistfully back at them, my yesterdays… knowing now my yesterdays outnumber my tomorrows. I’ve learned I should endeavor to make each today become a shining, glorious yesterday, for my yesterdays are how my life was spent. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |