Another Poem
While cleaning out my old closet, I found a bunch of Garbage Pail Kids cards and this poem. Man, I was a dynamic youth.
Where Did Yesterday Go?
01.09.94
With death comes knowledge, yet a single fool,
Hath death, the same great fate as nearly cruel.
When time began all wits were freshly new,
To world each man must bid a poor adieu.
Admire the one who travels pass my home,
The ground below where the spirits ’round do roam.
My yesterday’s dream not as bright as when,
Great hell swallow’d my life and health back then.
