Yesterday

Yesterday,you are gone-forever.
To be seen no more
your seconds,
minutes,
hours,
they are all buried in the sleep of the cold night.

All those things left behind in the arms of procastination.
And becomes the doings of today
greased with sweating in pains
for the pleasures known yesterday

Yesterday you were onces todays routine.
at your fertile soil.
All seeds were planted and
watering by today
for the hope of tomorrows harvest.

Uncertainty
They are all uncertainties
for we know not which seeds were planted
yesterday is gone
Last night is dead
But its depositions are alive.
To bring to our harvest that which was sown.