"morrow"

If 'tis the morrow ye so ponder... Or those days so gone before... Let your thoughts then wander... So to opportunity explore... Thus shall end such days of drear... Gone forever just so quick... Focus then of heartfelt cheer... With simple single sudden trick... Such then all becomes a time... That cheery will surround your rime... An end to that which not does please... Thoughts so felt as southern breeze.... Your rime your heart will then so tease. SeaWolf ©