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Waiting On Yesterday

Every morning when I rise,
I am thankful for the chance,
to straighten all the mess of my yesterday,

this day I know I have,
for no one promised me a tomorrow,

So let this day be the one,
that I shine as the morning sun,

Every day that I try to shine,
I look ahead and see a cloud,

Bringing the rain of discontent,
washing out my perfect day,
that started in my yesterday,

Somewhere deep inside,
I sense the shine of my accomplishments,
that are in the days that passed,

So no matter what I do today,
it will only reflect on my yesterday,

I've come to know,
that I am measured by the time,
I spent on the days that passed,

And not in the time I count in my tomorrows,
that still has not arrived in my today,

I stand here in the present,
waiting on my knowledge and experience,
of my yesterdays.

— Eduardo Cruz, May 23, 2009

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Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

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Critiques

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Ink Dragon

17 years ago

Eddie,

I like this piece of yours a lot, my only point of criticism is how you arranged the lines. May I suggest to rearrange them like this (only an example, hope you get the overall picture I had in mind): Every morning when I rise, I am thankful for the chance to straighten all the mess of my yesterday, this day I know I have, for no one promised me a tomorrow, (etc.) I feel it would be more reader-friendly if you made your line breaks where a line of thought ends. What do you think? Yours, ~Nina
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

17 years ago

Nina,

Thank you! I will attempt to make changes on the lines, to make it user friendly. LOL!! I appreciate the help!! your bud, Eddie
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prayersbyPatty

17 years ago

Esquire Cruz

Oh yea, Its me the lady who helped cook the goose. There are parts of this poem that are brilliant and thought provoking, and parts that make my head whirl. If I scurry around and get something done now, I have time to see the fruits of my labor. When I was young I just scurried around. Now my kids and grandkids scurry around. Its a sweet life. Now I smell the roses, here's hoping you do to. Patty
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

17 years ago

Hey Patty!

It's nice to hear from you! Yes, I do smell the roses, but sometimes even that becomes to much. How are things with you, hey where's your partner in crime Janice?? Thank you so much for stopping by, we have to catch up. I'm usually around on the weekends. Speak to you soon Buddy! My love to you and yours!! Eddie Life is like a railroad track that leads to many junctures, if you stand on the track Love comes speeding along and runs you over!! Splat!!!!