What Do We Remember?

This poem is written in the Sestina Form. From www.creative-writing-now.com "Sestinas are poems in which six words keep coming back at the ends of the lines in a specific poem." Enjoy.

When we were young
we had no idea what old
was. But that was yesterday,
and now it’s today
and old is no longer tomorrow.
Young is in our memories.

What are our memories?
In the bright light of the young,
it seems memories are only for tomorrow.
The light in the eyes of the old
shine brightly today
as they remember the events of yesterday.

It was just yesterday
that so many memories
were formed to be remembered today.
What did we do when we were young
that we’re proud of now that we’re old?
We’ll know when tomorrow

comes. We wait for tomorrow
with bated breath, ruing yesterday
when we thought we’d never be old.
But now our memories
from when we were young
haunt us today.

What will happen today
that we’ll hold onto for tomorrow?
When we were young
we forgot about yesterday,
trusting we would have the memories
to sustain us when we are old.

Now we are old
and what happens today
will be precious memories
that we’ll share tomorrow
and wish we remembered yesterday,
the yesterday when we were young.

What is it to be old and know that tomorrow
will soon be today, and then will be yesterday,
and that our memories are only of when we were young?

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