Yawn

Creation yawned yesterday
And in it's open mouth
I saw
My memory.

Stretching to either side
Endlessly, end to end,
I saw
What was not mine
Bountifully bestowed,
Absentmindedly accepted,
Wiping crocodile tears
On monotonous Mondays,
Also not mine.

An excuse for everyday existence,
Never an elixir for extraordinary endeavor,
Sealed in pink photo albums and lucky charms
I caught a glimpse
Of my legacy, between parted lips,
Before a hasty hand
Clamped it shut,
In modesty.