Echoes of yesterday
Always seem to last
And here to light my way:
Vibrations of the past
Yesterday is gone
So I’ve been told
Yet it seems to have
Quite a stranglehold
No, we can’t repeat it
What’s done is done and gone
But yes, we can defeat it
And certainly improve upon
Yesterday is my teacher
Yesterday is what made me
But I’m a changing creature
Changing future history
In all honesty, I had simply realized no poem title from this year started with the letter
“E”, so I flipped through a few E-words in my mind until “echoes” popped up.
It sounded good, so I ran with it.