Yesterdays

at my age 

far too many

tomorrows

at my age 

maybe not enough

but where do i place my focus

yesterdays

or tomorrows

both have their allure

yesterdays have old memories

both triumphs and defeats

but tomorrows

ah tomorrows

the future awaits 

but then me thinks

I shouldn't live 

in yesterdays

nor should I live

for tomorrow

what might never be

all I really have is

today

and that should be enough

at my age
memories
both old and new
flow over my mind

when I was younger
it was more like
a small lake
or even a mud puddle

but as i get older
it's a flood
whether the Niagara falls
or a whirlpool in the ocean

I can't tell
but one thing I know
some memories sink to the bottom
never to be remembered again

and others
some old, some recent
keep popping up
like a buoy

refusing to be forgoten
a mixed bag
some bringing joy
fond memories

but others
memories I'd love to forget
but all reminders of
the life I've lived

but the joy
the sorrows
the regrets
and even the silliness

they all formed
the person
I am today
the bonus is I survived