Yesterday's Children

The stiffness of the morning
will  s  l  o  w  l  y
work its way
out of tired joints.
Bland breakfasts
ensure
regularity, 
a welcomed monotony.
Well-planned days
permit
no dismal contemplation
of tomorrow.

We are Yesterday’s children,
remembering too well,
the heat and the passion,
the beauty that was ours.
Hearing echoes 
of past glories,
we sojourn here today,
until,
like dreams
and memories,
we gently
              fade
                    away.