The Price of Yesterday

You will miss this moment

when it is here no more.

A moment that wasn’t enough

yet now you call it heaven,

you used to say: this is hell

you couldn’t wait till it is over

thinking: "when this is done

I will be free; it will be no more"

but now you’re shackled to it

clinging to the feet of its ghost.

 

This is the worst kind of pain

the ache for what is long gone.

You ignore tomorrow when it walks in,

you don’t say: “where have you been”

forgetting how long you have waited

and begged for this day to come.

Oh you, never knowing what good is—

that you have till it is yours no more

you cry for yesterday to come back,

like you cried for tomorrow to hurry.

 

And on the last day you come crying

"What a waste of time this life was"

forgetting that it was your doing

treating gold like it is copper.

Wasted your life wanting more

when it is enough all that is given.