One man’s yesterday
is another man’s magic theatre;
in which he creates the past
he likes to think he had
and finds that things weren’t quite so bad
(or even a good deal better).

He stretches out and bends
both time and place
and smooths the contours of each face,
the beautiful and the ugly,
to make or mould or find
a glove which fits
the deformed fist
of his mind
more snugly.

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