Yesterdays by William J Donovan

Nov 2021

My old blue veins
are a map to a lover
bleeding past stains
still left to discover.
Tomorrow never comes.
I am yesterday's news.
We were the only ones.
I sing tomorrows blues.

Written by

William J Donovan 75/M/Charlotte, NC

(75/M/Charlotte, NC)

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