Yesterdays,
My Wall's are chiped paint Like a old story,
My floors are well walk on like my despare,
Light that shines through to cover shadows of my past yesterday,
Bring me that Light to covers up my frown,
I smile when I smell cooking that makes me remember good and sad times,
Just being one is Ok with me I look to the corner of my eye's,
I rememeber those times but i see no one that I once knew,
I see my floors well walked on like my past ,
I can't share my sight I can share my stories like peices of old chiped paint lying on the floor,
Let me be that light that shines through to make you once rememeber,
Rememeber that Despare Saddness are least of our worries,
But to touch sight an smell are our memories,
They are every thing that gives us the chance to relive our yesterdays,
A Yesterday I can share with you.
CPR 2007 James Landry.