Entered in My Diary, March 3, 1965
Farewell to a Bitter Yesterday
As the sun bids farewell to the angry sky,
I remember the yesterday I cherished as a tomorrow.
A dream , which as a dream, was ecstasy,
But in coming to be meant only sorrow.
In my slumbers I loved and my world was
As only love can make it: bright and sweet.
But when tomorrow came I saw clearly
That only in my dreams was my love perfect and complete.
As the twilight sky fades to blackness,
So shall this bitter yesterday soon be gone,
And only a rosy afterglow and bittersweet taste
Shall remain; only a painful emptiness shall linger on.
Dedication:
To Vincent S., the dream of the golden tomorrow, and the cherished memory of a bitter yesterday.
Let this be proof of my love for a boy who has naught to proof.
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Yes, it's painfully flowery and romantic. Yes, the meter is tortured. Yes it is wordy as hell. But it has more authentic lovesick teen angst than McCartney's "Yesterday", and I beat his 1966 U.S. release by a year and a half, so you can't say it's derivative.
On the other hand, it sure as hell is embarrassing 41 years later. The shame of adolescence never really dies.
Nice enjambment.
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