Yesterdays Tomorrow Poem by grim blackhart

no more moisture to his lips,
no more sound to his ears,
no more happy little thoughts,
or sorrow tricken tears.
he lies like an angel,
surrounded by dark, crimson red.
radiating with soft, angelic, beauty.
no movement proves hes dead.
once upon a time ago
this boy had a life,
filled with friends.
peace, love and strife.
did he live his fullest?
what would this boy say?
that secret stays with him,
right there, where he lay.
'ill do it later, '
i'm sure he said, many times.
take all your opporunities, for
yesterday's tomorrow could
leave you dead..........

*dedicated to jakle dave nytmere,1995-2009