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The Last Tomorrow

All his tomorrows rattled by rumbling along the predestined track an endless freight train passing as he sat in traffic at life’s crossing Lulled into pseudo sleep by the monotony of the swaying flashes of daylight he had stopped counting the passing cars sat in his loneliness, longing for the caboose That fantasy of life’s last tomorrow laboriously lumbering into view blindly following all his yesterdays disappearing in the hazy heat of passing John G. Lawless ©11/7/2018

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Date: 11/26/2018 12:14:00 PM
Mystically surreal affectations, John. I had a Return to Forever flashback moment. Your pen divines deftly. Not many cool space passengers out there, me would like to ride alongside of and elevate muse with on a quiet starlight express ... you're one, and one of the best. Sublime and seminal poetry. Live long and prosper. Love and joy always.
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Date: 11/8/2018 8:13:00 PM
Wow! John, such a deep and emotional poem. Your tell of the lonely longing with poignant sensitivity and beauty. Superb poetry! warmest wishes always.. ~Susan
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John lawless
Date: 11/10/2018 10:26:00 AM
Thanks Susan, always nice to get a visit from you.
Date: 11/8/2018 1:05:00 PM
John, your poem is so on track with thoughts I've been having lately. Predestination seems to take over our lives, leaving us without choices or control. The loneliness associated with these feelings can be unbearable. Excellent, thought-provoking poetry! Hugs, Carolyn
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Date: 11/10/2018 10:26:00 AM
Thanks for stopping by Carolyn. I have had many a disagreement with "predestination" in its many forms...