Yesterday I Was Young

Yesterday I was young,

Eyes bright that never grew tired–

Bold eyes comprised of winter water

From the great grey North Sea.



Cal-i-for-ni-ahh beach

Skin, sun kissed–mwah! Childish

Feet earth dirty, and grass stained toenails.

Yesterday I was young,


And my hair was golden,

Blinding strands, whirly twirly in

The breeze. I was young just yesterday.

I woke up old, today.


I woke up old today,

dull eyed and thin skinned, onion white.

My long strong hair is gossamer now.

Yesterday I was young.



Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

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