It's already Tomorrow,
No more time
To borrow,
All the love and dreams
That did not come true,
That have stayed in tunnels,
Dark and long and narrow
Where the sun never shines
And hope is aligned
With sorrow.
Tomorrow,
Time runs out!
And cannot be retrieved
Time is about,
The only thing
That cannot be bought
Or sold,
Or ever be recovered.
We learn that lesson
Much too late,
Not often seeing
In the present,
What's important
And what's, Not!
For we smother
Our hidden
Real desires
With stupid notions of,
"Oh, there's still time
To make our long beloved
flower, bloom with pride",
So we hide, our real life
Our true feelings
And desires,
Not realizing that Today
Is so swiftly becoming,
Our last Tomorrow.
'Time runs out! And cannot be retrieved Time is about, The only thing That cannot be bought Or sold, Or ever be recovered' - Loved these truths about 'Time'. 'Not realizing that Today Is so swiftly becoming, Our last Tomorrow.' - What a beautiful, philosophical thought, loved it!
A well Inked poem. Truly brilliant and superb..5 stars*****
Oh, there's still time To make our long beloved flower, bloom with pride" , So we hide, our real life Our true feelings And desires, Not realizing that Today Is so swiftly becoming, Our last Tomorrow..... outstanding conceptualization. So beautifully penned. Five stars.
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No more time can be borrowed. Because the days already become tomorrow. The amazing poem carries amazing essence. Toda's realization is much important.