Forecast

For those of us
Holding onto a return of the past,
With economic hopes
A temporary loss will not last!
And something about treasures gone,
Will eventually be revealed,
As a bad dream found to be wrong!
Here's the forecast...
Say goodbye to yesterday,
Today things are changing fast.
Everything remembered,
Is as good as growing grass!
Once it has been mowed...
The waste reminisced is trashed!
And nothing about tomorrow,
Will come to comfort memories you had!
Lose your grip on this...
And get over it quick!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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