Yesterday

• Elizabeth O'Leary, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2007

Yesterday for what it’s worth,
Is much less than I thought at first,
After all it’s just a word,
A simple word so often heard,
Just a few letters before tomorrow,
That by nature the future will follow,
And don’t you think it seems absurd,
To name so plainly what’s occurred,
Why should one day gain the fame?
When in theory days are the same,
The bright sun wakes up every morn,
And each day at dusk the night is born,
So do not dwell on yesterday,
But face today, come what may.