This is for the young folk who think the old folk don’t know nothin’. And for the old folk who think the young folk don’t have a clue.
Yesterday’s News (a poem)
By Lyvita Brooks
Who told you my stories are yesterday’s news?
I’m living in the present, you living in the pretend future of your mind
Ya can’t see how my past can help your now or forever
I been where you at, but did some stuff I wish I hadn’t
And now I’m alive so you want make the same mistakes
Learn from me, instead of doing a repeat
Walk a different road one higher then the one I chose.
Who told you I live in the past and what I know doesn’t have meaning for today?
The past is the past, full of experiences that got you on your way
Ya life is full of the past walking into the unknown
My past, good or bad, is a foreshadow of your future
Or a stepping stone to a prosperous adventure
My past tells me to skip the mistakes of my elders by learning from them
Charting new paths off the experiences of others, my elders, those who lived before me
The choice is yours
As is a bruised behind.
So come sit and talk with me, so I can tell you about my God
And how His old news, is happening today.
How can you worship &/or serve more than one god?
What's in Your Heart?