Yesterday has no handles

It's only an empty stage with burnt out candles

It can't be altered or retrieved

It has entered a one-way door

And it is not ours anymore

Take the lessons from the day gone

But make plans for the living day and move on

The hurts from yesterday

Should be left where they lay

Today is the new game

Give it your best

Look to the future

And let the ‘past'

Go to its ‘rest'

K Jones, Katikati.