Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow and Next Week walk into a bar . . .

Yesterday told me that I could have done better. Her visits always seem to go by so fast. It seems like she was just here and now she's gone. She'll be back.

Today is in my living room, sitting up straight, watching me to see what I'll do next. She's tall, patient, simple, but satisfactory. She's calm and has an air of meaningfulness and wisdom. I should work on paying better attention to what she says.

Tomorrow is knocking on my front door, excited to show me what she's brought. She always rushed my visits with Today. I welcome her visits, but it seems there's never enough time for Today. Just give me one more hour, I'm not done with her yet. Tomorrow is giddy and impatient. She thinks she's better than Today, I know she does. 

Next Week is calling me long distance. I'm not sure what she's like yet, I haven't met her. I think she'll be kind. I'll be optimistic this time. She tells me that she'll be here soon, probably sooner than I think.

I have treated them badly. I have shunned their persistence. I have pushed them all away, told them flat out that I did not care to see them anymore. And yet the continue to visit. Perhaps they see something in me that I don't. 

At times each one has been very unkind. But on others they're nothing less than sweet and full of life. 

Though our relationships have been at times strained, each has taught me something and helped to form who I am now, who ever that is. Maybe I'll meet her next.