Never Too Many Tomorrows
Without them what would I be?
Just a stranger from a yesterday wilderness.
Knowing to live in my past breathes nothing,
Today is that existence which truly counts.
Tomorrow is the one promising everything,
As surely as that sun rises it is my future.
Even when I die another morning will still surely come,
My spirit will simply fly freer than it ever has before.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
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