My Yesterdays

Each day
I sit
And I watch my skills
Slowly but surely
Drift away
Like clouds
-pass
Into yesterday
I call em yesterdays
Cause they never come back
Atleast not the same
So at the end of each day
I sit here
Like at the dock of a bay
Waving goodbye to each skill
each day
As they float away
like a boat
Into yesterday

Where do they go
Only God knows
I look up and ask
Why
like I'm at a funeral
of  a Loved one
How I loved my yesterdays
My skills from yesterday
Its seems like
Just yestareday
they were here
I felt them (come back to me)
Just like the wind
For a second
I was "cold" again
Then they weere gone
just like the wind
And just like yesterday
So just like yesterday
I remember them
Sigh..... my yesterdays
I will never forget my yesterdays