The Ghosts Of Yesterday

When the ghosts of yesterday call.
Some of them we embrace
and some of them we reject,
refusing to let them in.
They call just the same
to taunt us with our guilt’s
from morning until nightfall.
No matter how we try to avoid them
the ghosts of yesterday still call
when we least expect them.

10 December 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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