Beware Tomorrow

Be not soft upon the morrow For the maliciousness it contrives. The future beckons unending sorrow To gamely catch the vulture's eye. 'Tis the destiny of mice and men To be laid waste by nature's curse. Where foolishness belied of ink and pen Will by the margins burst. Persist not in vacuous dreaming To make bold some vague intent. Obviate all grift and scheming To survive the main event. There are those with want of glory To lead sluggish minds astray. With a foreshadow of song and story For those with one foot in the grave. These stygian forces stand ready To make dark such days to come. They seamlessly evoke some cosmic eddy Where weathered voices go unsung. We are pawns to this game we borrow With our future slaked with pain. If your happiness lies on the morrow... You will be despondent once again. If you're consumed by fear and trouble With clouds toned a spectre-grey. Prepare for further ruin and rubble With a new sunrise on the way. Put away burbling of blissful leavings You think the morrow may provide With the approach of another evening, You will not long survive the tide. You may bloviate a ray of sunshine, Pushing hope where none exists With an ignorance to the grand design Where winds of chaos oft persist. I will grant the morrow stands untainted With yet no mark on time and space But remove this cheer you've now acquainted And forever leave my hiding place. The End *Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.