What will you do my friend…

A song written by Paul McCartney was going through my mind today as I went home from church and was putting lunch on the table for my family.

Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away, now it looks as though they’re here to stay, oh I believe in yesterday”

I wanted to get in my car and go for a long ride, first I wanted to go through downtown Atlanta and find myself on North Avenue, 1424 to be exact, but there would be strangers parked in the driveway, the rooms which rang with the noise of our family would be filled with sounds of other people, the aroma of Aqua Velva nor Evening in Paris would float downstairs from where my parents had their bedroom and Cricket and Fella would not be standing at the fence waiting for their family to come home. Next I would have driven back through Atlanta to 2800 Piedmont Road and imagined the sounds of a big organ and piano accompanying the voices of three young people singing praises coming from the small storefront, and there would be no “ample in the rear parking.” (That is an inside joke, don’t ask)

I didn’t do either of those things although my insides were aching for the “yesterdays” long gone, the love, peace, people those yesterdays held, instead, I fed my family and then went to the aide of a broken and dying man where I was needed.

I guess when it comes right down to it the lyrics of another song says it all, “Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow never comes, what will you do my friend with your today?”

 

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