Tomorrow
Tomorrow is a beautiful word
full of promises and meadows vast.
Today but a breeze that, when once stirred,
watches moments as they scurry past,
those that linger we sometimes may catch.
Tomorrow glides in rose-colored hues
bluebirds on her shoulders as she waits.
Today's troubles will become good news
Tomorrow will make sorrows abate
For these promises, she will create.
Lovely Tomorrow: will she arrive
or is she just a spell we have cast?
Or, is it a place where hope survives
where our longing will be in the past
and daydreams we can capture at last.
April 13, 2023
for "Writing Challenge--T Words
by Constance La France
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