This poem is about a serious minded man who never had the opportunity to live his youth fully. Events of the day were recognized but never really experienced. The responsibilities thrusted upon him by his alcoholic father deprived him of a his youth. This young man took it upon himself to make things right in his childhood home.

Torn between his maturing life and leaving home had profound emotional effects on him. Feeling that he betrayed his mother and siblings haunted him throughout his life.

He lived a moral life, fought a war, betrayed by a spouse friends and co-workers.

Now in his seventies he reminiscences about those days gone by and is saddened because everyone has passed. Died young and he has no chance to double back to recreate a past that never was. A picture, a song and Mother’s Day, rain, a season, a smell, watching his children’s hair turn grey… brings it all back.



Where is My Yesterday?



Did anyone see my yesterday?

I could swear it was here to stay

Never thinking it would ever go away

It was here in the palm of my hand

Did I lose it during the rhythm of the band?

I held it firmly… oh so tight

It’s not supposed to be this way

I was sure it was here to stay

so I thought… when I was young, strong and tall

Where did everybody go?

Does anyone know?



I remember it clearly as if it were yesterday

I placed right it here at my side when I went to sleep

I must find it now… least I weep



Did I misplace my yesterday

It’s not funny when time is lost

It was here vivid in my mind

I see it clearly as if it were yesterday



The melodious words of Elvis, Chubby and Richie

Still echo in the radio

Where did they go?

Does anyone know?

I can vision Noah’s Ark when

Freddie sang of Palisades Park



Walter brought the news to the living room

That’s when I learned of doom and gloom

Then came sports with every score

Followed by scenes from the Vietnam War





The mirror on the wall tells me it’s not here

With words… I cannot hear.

I’m not sure it’s tell’n’ the truth

Please help me find that truth



I want to know where my yesterday went

It left without a vapor of a scent

Does anyone know where my yesterday went?



Please…someone help me live my yesterday



Authored by;

Paul D. Gonzales