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