Today my yesterdays will not keep still.
I thought I knew the meaning of the words
I read, repeated, gladly took as drill
to shape a life this mortal body girds.

Tomorrow by today is forecast same.
I think I will continue wondering
if blessing, cursing, righteousness, or blame
results when I some thoughtless blunder bring.

All yesterdays tomorrows underwrite.
I cannot put unwanted past aside
but having seen a possible new right
can choose another way at path's divide.

My patience both short shrinks and long expands.
and that of others vexes my demands.

- Robert Stone, 15 April 2012