Nothing Important Happened Tomorrow
Dismal prospects,
future dreams cast further asunder
Another balloon moment ...
floating,
lazily up and away
Every tomorrow
disappear each slumbering night
And the past awakens,
to unwrap a present of failed opportunity
Blue marked birthday on the blank calendar says,
nothing important ever happened tomorrow
Why rise from the bed,
to hamster hustle tread
the grindstone wheel for a weekly dollar?
Weakly sick days accumulate by the hour
So muzzle the expectations,
and labor silently in pained anonymity
Better prospects
will surely pan out one day,
after tomorrow
Every tomorrow
re-appear each sleepless night
Insomnia hope
got moonbeam possibilities,
of laser intensity
A straight and narrow glow,
overshadowed
by a broken wing ego
Catch a fresh air balloon ride,
there’s no heavy toll baggage to pay
Take heart —
Frankly, Oz never did
give a thing to that Tin Man anyway
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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