Yesterday’s a Wink

Yesterday’s a deserted puddle
With water all dried up.
The memories are savoring,
But empty is the cup.

And yesterday is a bare glass
With not a thing to drink.
It holds no substance in its hand
And only gives a wink.

And like the total silence of
A pleasant sounding fife--
Yesterday, like shifting sand,
Is just a phase of life.

© 2015 Walterrean Salley