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Tomorrow, Tomorrow

Tomorrow I shall see the birth of the awaited dawn
Today it seems I am locked in a midnight zone
Tomorrow I will not walk into the dread of the night
But shall be led by the blazing light

Tomorrow I will carry my yoke manfully
And never recite the litany of my woes mournfully
Tomorrow I shall slow down and stop by the mountain side
And watch the silvery stream joyfully down way glide

Tomorrow I shall seize every chance that comes my way
And never wait for them to fall on another day
Tomorrow I shall be out of my prison cell with discord round
And shall enter a palace with joys abound

Tomorrow I shall willingly partake of another’s grief
And never seek solely my own relief
Tomorrow I shall wait for the calm that follows the storm
And not grumble in haste that life is a withering dream

Tomorrow I shall look beyond the clouds of gathered gloom
And see for myself the beauty of stars that in hundreds bloom
Tomorrow amid hostilities I shall keep alive the sparks of friendship
And never mourn the absence of anyone for companionship

Did I hear someone teasingly say to my utter surprise
“Your resolutions sound so good! But what if tomorrow doesn’t arise?”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 12/21/2021 6:40:00 PM
Hello Valsa ... in many cases, tomorrow never comes; it's always tomorrow when false promises are uttered - a fine poem indeed Valsa - Lindsay
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Date: 12/20/2021 6:16:00 AM
As is customary for you, your poem is brimming with vivid imagery. Valsa, I can hear the substance of your message in every word you say. The lethargy of now focuses on finding comfort in hollow promises of behavior in the future, but it fails miserably.
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Date: 12/19/2021 2:52:00 PM
You have been made mad by someone or something. You have decided your not going to take it any more. You are going to change the problem or your self starting tomorrow. Love to know the story. A lovely poem, Debra
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Valsa George
Date: 12/19/2021 7:55:00 PM
Sorry Debra, it seems you are mistaken ! I am talking about man's tendency to postpone things for tomorrow. Thanks a lot for responding....
Date: 12/19/2021 10:24:00 AM
Reminds me of a girl I knew who would never go to bed until she had done her laundry and her house was spic and span because she wanted to wake up with nothing to do . . . .
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Date: 12/19/2021 7:53:00 PM
Ha.... ha! That girl I really love to see. Though not to this extent, I too try to complete all odd jobs before sleep especially dish washing to start my work, next morning in a neat kitchen with an uncluttered sink. Thanks a lot Rico for this interesting story
Date: 12/19/2021 7:50:00 AM
Reminds me of Gone with the wind: Tomorrow is another day. Never give up hope. Your verse as usual is full of great imagery. Greetings
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Valsa George
Date: 12/19/2021 7:48:00 PM
Thank you so much Victor to know that you liked my poem
Date: 12/19/2021 5:14:00 AM
I hear the essence of your message in every line, Valsa. Inaction of today tries to find satisfaction in futile promises of action tomorrow. Message well delivered.
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Valsa George
Date: 12/19/2021 7:47:00 PM
We are all prone to procrastination and inaction as it is human nature.... so just a reminder ! Thanks a lot Vijay for your consistent words of encouragement !
Date: 12/18/2021 7:56:00 PM
I've always spelled procrastination 'T O M O R R O W,' myself. lol. True enough, Valsa. :) gw
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Date: 12/19/2021 7:44:00 PM
I don't think you push anything for tomorrow or else you wouldn't have written so many poems. I think you use every minute of your time, Gershon ! Thanks a lot ! :) :)

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