tank tanka tanka tanka tanka tanka full

just come in

they have found a body

yesterday 

it was a searching for

today it is a finding of

a log

we thought it was a log

floating down the river

drifting through a childhood

memories from a view point

form a point of view

if you get my drift

always

finding the drift of it

killing itself softly

the sun sets on it

the darkness within darkness

of yesteryear

of we who were there

seeing the one who wasn’t

anymore to say

there is not much one can say

sightless

it was always so

and always will be

yesterday’s tomorrow 

sometimes never arrives 

in time

to lay yesterday to rest

to lay yesterday to rest