17 May 2026
I guess I see what others don’t see,
Like the ghosts of yesterday.
Who in secret often appear only to me, -- it's true.
They always drop in with kindness to say…
You know we, the ghosts of yesterday,
We don’t always come to say boo.
Or to haunt the souls of the weary,
Sometimes we come to see the best of you.
And all of your ghosts of yesterday agree,
You should never let your loving spirit die.
You need to let go of the evil phantoms of the past,
And let them lie where they lie.
We know …
It's sad when people often pass you by,
When most never see the real you.
You feel you might as well be invisible,
The way strangers look right through you.
It's true …
The demons of the past once haunted me,
Until you, the ghosts of yesterday, I set free.
And yet, here you are returning,
All in the spirit of love, to remind me..
That all of my ghosts of yesterday agree,
I should never let my loving spirit die.
I need to let go of the evil phantoms of the past,
And let them lie where they lie.
I guess I see what others don’t see,
Like the ghosts of yesterday.
Who in secret often appear only to me, -- it's true.
But sometimes they drop in, if only to say...
--- Boo ---
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