Charging into another dimension of this life, only it's farther into subconsciousness where it's been taken, hidden and opens its doors to those who've figured out how to get in-side of it.
Sitting here, looking back at this moment that will very soon be another yesterday in this poet's life, for it seems that no matter how one tries to look to the future, we see the past.
Mind being intent on holding onto the past, maybe because we're remembering joy and happiness that was had and for-getting or choosing to forget the bad times back then.
Our lives having played out sadness, sorrow and tragedies, recollecting how we somehow made it through it all and now, remembering the lessons learned.
Still knowing we'll have more to be taught, hoping we can make it through situations and circumstances yet to come, now as seniors looking back into reflections of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem