Three entities were perched on high,
Beyond the mortal’s watchful eye,
She knew not that her thoughts were read,
While quietly, she lay in bed.
“I wonder,” said the first of three,
“What pondering she’ll do of me,
Though long forgotten, come what may,
I still remain her Yesterday.”
“I feel,” said specter, number two,
“That she may prize me more than you,
For after all, she cannot stray,
I’m present now ... I am Today.”
“I think,” the last of three declared,
“You’ll find no thoughts of me are spared,
She seeks me out as life unfolds,
To dream of what Tomorrow holds.”
The entities conversed in turn,
Each one convinced of views they’d earn,
Then settled in to hear her thoughts,
This humble mortal’s “why’s” and “not’s”.
They listened as she pondered there,
Her thoughts a’drift and unaware,
Meandering from now till then,
Her sight ahead, then back again.
She did not shy from Yesterday,
It taught her how to cope Today,
And while her thoughts were clear and true,
Tomorrow’s dreams came into view.
Content within her mind at last,
She fell to sleep, her struggle passed;
She left behind, the spirits three,
Who’d watched her so attentively.
“I feel,” said humble Yesterday,
“Her memories were strong, Today,
I’m proud to know she gave me thought,
And learned the lessons I have taught.”
“It’s true,” Today agreed in kind,
“Without your past, she would be blind
To all the beauty that I lay
Before her each and every day.”
“I found,” Tomorrow joined along,
“That both of you have made her strong,
Her past and present lead her heart,
Toward the dreams that I impart.”
They contemplated on their roles,
Each one, a part of larger wholes,
And saw it took a mortal mind,
To prove the balance, life can find.
When measured in an equal state,
Our Yesterday can guide our fate,
While living out Today, we soar,
Toward Tomorrow’s waiting door.