yesterday’s come and crashed
recycled like those days before
same old times
same old ways
sampled trampled gone again

tomorrow’s just a dream away
salvation waiting up ahead
better times
better ways
splendor yonder over there

today remains the barrier
impediment around my neck
there is no time
there is no way
swamped tromped by my mind

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.