Bygone

 Moikka!

What was before

is there ever more

Tomorrow comes and goes

with its highs and lows

 

Yesterday spreads its wings

And like a bird it sings

It waves to today

when it is on its way

 

Where have the former men gone?

Maybe to gardens of Babylon

What about their lovely wives?

Maybe to the busy beehives

 

Past tense is always sad

it makes many people mad

Some think it’s okay

it’s gone anyway

 

Don´t cry over the spilled milk

Don´t worry about the ripped silk

They went already

So, for them don´t get sweaty

 

Days are swift

Away day drift

Of them make the best

and live happily the rest

-Roona-