To Make It To Tomorrow
To make it to tomorrow,
I must first get through today;
And with the hardships I must conquer,
Tomorrow seems so far away.
To make it to tomorrow,
I must first get out of bed;
Awaken from a night full of rest,
In hopes to clear my head.
I don myself my work clothes,
And greet the morning sun;
With persistence and resilience,
to see the work gets done.
To make it to tomorrow,
I fight the roaring crowd;
of cars and trucks and buses,
that race with engines loud.
The radio is playing,
The wind blows through my hair;
And with a coffee and some music,
soon I will be there.
Copyright © Christopher Schott Sr. | Year Posted 2015
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