February 20, 1965
I'm babysitting at Os - it's a two day job - I should get about $15 - I can get my guitar, that means! It was fun but tiring today -- I'm pooped! Tomorrow - yech - another day. (Boo Hoo!) The kids are both pretty spoiled. One cries when she doesn't get her way and the other cries whether she gets it or not.
I wrote a poem and dedicated it to V and my lost love. I think I'll send it to a magazine to be published. I do hope someone will buy it. It's called "Farewell to a Bitter Yesterday".
Farewell to a Bitter Yesterday
As the sun bids farewell to the angry sky,
I remember the yesterday I cherished as tomorrow.
A dream which, as a dream, was ecstasy,
But in coming to be meant only sorrow.
In my slumbers I loved and my world was
As only love can make it: bright and sweet.
But when tomorrow came I saw clearly
That only in my dreams was my love perfect and complete.
As the twilight sky fades to blackness,
So shall this bitter yesterday soon be gone.
And only a rosy afterglow and bittersweet taste
Shall remain; only a painful emptiness shall linger on.
What I write here, I dedicate to V, the dream of the golden tomorrow and the cherished memory of a bitter yesterday.
Jo Barraclough
2/20/65
Let this be proof of my love of a boy who has naught to proof (sic).
February 20, 2023
Ooof. McCartney did it better, a few months later.