Bygones Poem by Hannington Mumo

Neither yesterday with her episodes sad,
Nor dreamy tomorrow in lively linen clad,
Will ever beat the present moment's feel
Of wars won by sheer grit and avid steel.

You're an irredeemable dunce to look back
And rue or weep over yesterday's lost goal,
Since you'll for stale tears' veils fail to see
That today's wins far dim all old hours' gall.

None laughs or cries over buried pain,
Save when new rubs old wound relive;
And true lovers instinctively kiss or hug
To still fresh stirs by rogue senses five.

So where's yester-woe's stale sting
In our current moment's first-felt tic?
Isn't kind Nature's omniscient design
Force enough to ease fate's icy kick?

Sing me yesterday's dirges no more,
For today's joys must steal the show!