Read Poem: YESTERDAY’S CHILD, by Sandy Jordan

Once upon a morning mist
A vision came to me
A vision of what’s yet to come
Not done but yet to be

I wondered if the visions true
If what will be will be
If fate will be the ruling hand
And not left up to me

Man lives for his tomorrows
And great may be his name
He searches for fulfillment
So as not to die in vain

But if there’s no tomorrow
And fate has closed the door
Wander through the once upon
The times that are no more

For there you’ll see your yesterday
Today that was tomorrow
Man is but yesterday’s child
And time’s not his to borrow

Man was born for greatness
Born for things to come
Yet man has died in sorrow
His life’s work left undone.

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