String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me

    Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

    2011

    Yesterday
    I was muddled and cuddled and bubbled,
    Living brightly and lightly and spritely;
    But the world turns,
    The flame burns,
    The mill churns
    And yesterday is gone.

    Today
    I am weary and bleary and teary,
    Feeling tired and mired and uninspired;
    But the world spins,
    The sail trims,
    The spade wins
    And today will pass.

    Tomorrow
    I may be sunny or funny or crummy,
    Having mopped up, or topped up, or cocked up;
    So the world wheels,
    The past heals,
    The mind reels
    And tomorrow will come.

    Yesterday, today, tomorrow:
    With love or loss, with joy or sorrow,
    Like waves to ride, seasons and tides;
    We take the test,
    We do our best,
    In life’s great fest
    While the world whirls.

    — Wayne Visser