Robert Johnson Poet Rhyme

Tomorrow Came

We live our lives waiting for hope.
As we slowly run out of rope.
We hang on to that final knot.
While we're wondering if God forgot.

The world keeps turning round and round.
As some of us keep losing ground.
You wait in hopes you hear your name.
But see instead tomorrow came.

Without a dream to hang your hat.
You realize that your tires flat.
The wheel still goes round and round.
But soon the rim is on the ground.

Where can you go when all hopes lost.
And fresh air has too high a cost.
The answer lies two days from here.
Beyond the past, beyond the fear.

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Keith Bickerstaffe December 18, 2015 at 10:10 PM Very clever final two lines... Hope is a commodity we should never run out of, easy to say when everything is rosy today and for the foreseeable future. But when things turn sour it is hard to summon up sometimes. I'm thinking that despite the negativity suggested in your poem you have a positive outlook generally, which is cool! Well done my friend. Best wishes, Keith Robert Johnson January 28, 2018 at 10:11 AM Thank You Keith. I very much like your comments. They're very cohesively compassionate. I'll have to visit your poems. :)