I'll come up with a title yesterday, or perhaps I did it tomorrow? A new poem, perchance?

To All Our Yesterdays To Come, Our Tomorrows Remembered

Yesterday I will have been but tomorrow I haven't yet

To say so long to days long gone, to days to be and those I've met

I was tomorrow to be a man but yesterday has yet to pass

So I sat through tomorrow just a boy and I'll watch yesterday through a looking glass

If yesterday was as tomorrow then soon I'll be what I need to be,

But if yesterday stays before tomorrow came then I'll not be the man I wish to see

To today's tomorrow, to tomorrow's yesterday, I will to be what I have been

That is to say to be what I was or not be that which I seem

So here I will sit yesterday as I look fondly back on tomorrow

Through tears and fears and constant doubts I think ahead to yester's sorrow.