A POCKETFUL OF YESTERDAYS ***, RHYMING VERSE Options

[Maureen]

A POCKETFUL OF YESTERDAYS
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet


She had a pocketful of yesterdays, a cache of broken dreams
and had now hit rock bottom – life not always as it seems.
Some said she should try harder, measure up, give it away.
but ‘twas her infrequent challenge and she still wanted to play.
The problem was, the one she loved had gone away.

People said ‘come to your senses for an ill wind blows no good’
If it was that bloody easy don’t they think she really would?
But how can you simply cast aside a big piece of your heart?
How can you toss a lifetime out and just make a new start
without a fight? She wasn’t giving it away.

Oh she knew there were no guarantees. Life is subject to change.
She wasn’t a young airhead and age had not her deranged.
There was no excuse for what he did – surely this he could see.
Was his searching for perfection and the yearning to be free
a mid life crisis or a loss of memory?

They both used to joke about forgetfulness not long ago
‘Tie a knot in it’ they’d giggle ‘that way nothing will just go’
But the laughter now had disappeared ‘twas as good as it gets.
She visits every other day but never once forgets
about her pocketful of yesterdays and dreams.