Fred Babbin - Yesterday

Yesterday was a heavy day.
No rest from the night
Or the day before.
Like house paint
That when you pour
It pours so slowly
It takes forever
To do your chore
And you slog, and you slog,
And you wait for tomorrow
To evaporate
Those heavy memories
And the weariness
that weighs you down.
Those things you really should ignore.

Fred Babbin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterday-36/