[Living a Fantasy]

I share my poem with our Villages community with special condolences to the Morse family and friends at Gary Morse's passing.
=======================

Yesterday's New Year

Tick........Tick........Tick........Tick........Ti ck........Tick

After seconds turn to minutes,
and days become weeks, a New Year
becomes yesterday's memories.

Just one second before
the end of time,
flashing thoughts fade,
as the past
subtracts the extraneous.

And loved ones make the
difference,
and still remember
Yesterday's New Year.

Tick........Tick........Tick........Tick

Be humble to one, before Yesterday passes, because
Tomorrow may never come,

just before
the
Future is done.

When two is still one and one.

Before Yesterday's Tomorrow
becomes
Yesterday's New Year

Tick..Tick..Tick..Tick..Tick.Tick.Tick.TickTickTic kTickTickTickTickTickTickTick