Yester-day’s dreams mean little
When yester-day no longer belongs to us
And the-next-day belongs (near as any can tell)
To the soothsayers and the pundits
No, yester-day’s best laid plans
Are weighed and found
If not wanting, at lease naïve
Children chasing sweets on judgement-day
To-day has yet to dream
Apart from lost yester-day
And so entertains no dreams at all
Not while they are made of such threadbare stuff
No, to-day will welcome only Hope
The solid kind that can take a beating
That works itself out in the day-to-day
And looks not to any-day, but to Eternity
©2021 Jacqueline Tisthammer. All rights reserved.
In Pursuit of More 
I think this is one of the best poems you’ve written, Jackie, and you’ve written a lot. 🙂
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Wow, thank you! Troy helped me figure out how to improve it! And I started reading more of other people’s poetry recently, which helps me a lot
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Lovely Jackie!
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Thank you!
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