Tomorrow Is Another Day

Tomorrow Is Another Day Indeed, today’s ‘been no crystal stairway’; rather, more of a steep winding staircase with veiled challenges rivaling the trials of old Job; and making a mockery of the efforts of old Sisyphus. My bridge over troubled waters proved too weak to bear me over— falling under the weight of my burdens as if a grasshopper bridled to haul bales of hay. So stop whining child— ‘bout no desert with supper: the pre-paid pizza an error in house address. Tomorrow is another day.