Tomorrows

Tomorrows
It Seems I've Spent 
So Very Long
Looking For a Space    

Just a Safe Spot
For My Heart
Just a Spot In Space

So Many Times I heard her say
You'll Never Be any Good

Somehow deep Inside Myself 
I Always Knew I Would

I Remember Always Being Different
And somehow feeling Strange

There Weren't Many Choices
No Way to Rearrange

Being The Best Me I can 
Each Day

Makes Me an Instant Winner

And though I know I'm not a Saint
I'm Still a Real Good Sinner

So, Like I said before 
I know I'm Not a Saint

But I'm Loved for What I am 
And Not for What I Aint

And so it is
Each Day Of Life

We All Have Our Sorrows

I Choose to be Happy
for Today

God Promises No Tomorrows

Juliann Chartier
1989
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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