Silently sitting, watching a world of yesterday alight
on today's horizon.
Lost is a past, forgotten on shores of latent sunsets.
Aware of a heightened sense of elimination gaining on
tomorrow's steps towards a future alone, bereft of any
parents - only being parents ourselves.
Lifetimes pass so quickly, never hesitating for a
moment's second and continually rising towards our
final days.
Silently sitting, watching a world of today alight on
tomorrow's hesitant horizon.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-of-yesterday/