Tomorrow
Tomorrow is a promised day
All full of hope - fireworks array.
New paths to take - we're on our way
Choose this - choose that, our right of way.
We'll make things right what we've put off
Starting new things and lightly scoff
At why we've waited far too long
To sort out things where we belong.
The sun is bright and makes us feel
All is all right - a top card deal.
The rain clouds in the distance are
Of no concern - not ours by far.
And yet in mystic other ways
Tomorrow is a strange display
That causes us to scratch our head
And contradicts the things we've said:
Tomorrow is another day
It's just like any other day
But filled with things we can't explain
Or won't - to tax our addled brain.
We look, we see, we turn away
And rue the view from day to day.
We wonder how things got this way
Although we shroud the part we play.
Tomorrow's role - we can't defend -
"Creeps in this petty pace" my friend,
And yet that fact should not prevent
Some measure of accomplishment.
Today we'll look to other things -
for every gift tomorrow brings.
And, in this timely way to be
We'll recompense our sanity.
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