Yesterday

The yesterday that slid away
I tried to hold in my grasp
But no man ever established a hold over time
As the months lapsed but to no avail
The warmth was always going to be cold
My hands the last of millions
With palms of flesh flailed
The wheat fields threshed
And the robins sang their last
Not knowing the pangs that would follow
And the feelings hollow;
No longer the sweet tinkling of the burn
As the desires slowly ebbed
And left a vacuum for the yearn;
Yesterday was the lure that dangled
The wax that melted when once candled
And no amount of remembering or nostalgic glow
Will ever be enough
As the pendulum moves to and fro