The Gifts of Yesterday

Men scarce realise
How powerful is yesterday
When today is dull
And tomorrow seems dark

For death cannot touch it
All its good shall remain gold
And time cannot stain it
Pictures breathe, though quite old

Memories shall dance
In all might and glory
Till the very end
Till the brain tires and forgets

But you've got to take time to rest
On the laurels of the past
And then, memories shall dance
In all might and glory.