Nomorrow

Tomorrow shall bring What tomorrow will bring And I shall look upon it With the same youth and wonder As I have done everyday. It it bodes well, then my face Will be full of smile and colour And if it does not? Then I shall endevour to digest it Through poem and prose I will indeed survive it. We as a race, as a people together often look to tomorrow because of today. We gamble with ourselves "the next day will be better", That the small victories of now will pale in those to come. But, what if you had, no tomorrow? No, “next time”, no second chance? Pray, I feel, you would sit In most terrible sorrow Consumed with regret of what You have not and have done. Staring at the darkness of Nomorrow. But please don't fret, for it's not all over; There is still much time left For you to make mark and amends, But with that sentiment, you must remember; your time in this place has but fickle limit. So stop putting things off, or planning too much. Stop making excuses And be the best that you can. For you wont be remembered In the tomorrow If you don't soon start living For the today.