Tomorrow and Yesterday

Yesterday is a dead soul

A victim of the ravages of today

Lying forgotten in Flanders Field

Among the millions of poppies

Tomorrow is an unborn child

On the breech of a new life

A million possibilities awaiting

Like the unopened flowers in the fields

How to weigh the loss, the pain, the regret?

How to measure the hurt, the suffering?

How to understand what could have been

And what cannot now ever bee again?

All the hypothetical histories

And unborn futures

Of thousands of wasted yesterdays

And lost tomorrows.

Where to put the pain, the suffering

The crippled soul

Like a bird with a broken wing

Struggling helplessly in the snow

How to judge the guilt and innocence

How to weigh yesterday and tomorrow

In the scales of a just life

How to undo what's been done