Tomorrow
While I hear the sound,
My eyes begin to cast away,
I shall not reply to it,
For the joy in my heart shall not stay.
As thy thoughts arise,
I shall begin to weep,
The night will pass,
But our memories I ought to keep.
Tears of joy,
Tears of sorrow,
Weeping may be present,
But always look upon tomorrow.
Copyright © Jennifer Shaw | Year Posted 2006
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