Yesterdays Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

We start from home
And drift to distant shores
We travel far, climbing hills and descending valleys
The whole alley of life is peopled by all of us
Some are nice, some are mean
Some are cool, some are vexed
Some are real, some are not
Some stop to exchange pleasantries
Some stop to exchange blows
Many things we do
They all pass on as yesterdays
Days cram into years
Years number their days
We climb to the zenith
We reach the climax
Then we start to return home
And the road back is full-
Full of yesterdays
Yesterdays await our return
And I hope
The return journey becomes your best
I hope the bridges still stand
And the roads pleasant
I hope yesterdays call you friend