Monday, November 28, 2011

Yesterday's gold....

I remember the wall. Pale blue, with bits coming off. Pencil scribbles all over, my own masterpieces. Placed over the pristine white surface of the desk, I used to perch myself on and reach for the skies, was that poster. Wooden frame, black background and the words....

I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.

I knew not what it meant, nor did I care. And yet all these years later, that phrase, that poster, still remains etched in my memory. I still see that pale blue wall with crumbling plaster, I still see that wooden frame with that black background as if I'd seen it only yesterday. Now I know what it means, and I'm grateful for it.

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