Tomorrow No More

When a new day dawns tomorrow and flowers flourish in all their glory, When a whimsical wind sets rolling ripples in a placid cove, meandering through the flower-laden boughs and ruffles the tawny tresses of some gregarious souls... It will be all right as I see if tomorrow comes without me. Who has ever held onto the day? So let the sun go down on me for I have lived my life without much strife and stress; I had my days in the sun I had my share of the fun, Now I’ll go quietly turn around and walk away with nary a fuss and get out of the way. I’ll follow the setting sun and with the falling leaves bite the dust and lie low. Life is but transitory and we leave a lifetime of memories behind; The moments we live the best are the ones spent in fun and zest. It behooves us then to bury in the deep recesses of our minds… the moments fraught with fear, weary with labor, faint with pain before we can begin to live again. ~11/15/2018 ~"Tomorrow" contest by Edward Ieh