Balancing Today Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Is today's joy, morrow's grief?
V'ry acc'rate is my belief;
Today is fond, morrow lies unknown.
Today will go by midnight
To the past, it sail from sight;
Hence, my tomorrow's seed will be sown.


To-day, is vict'ry, perchance
To-day, virtue is balance'
To-day, I saw prof't at glance.

I shan't say today is best
And jab pride onto my chest,
My tomorrow shall stir to me, bliss;
For th' errs of t'day are lessons,
By morrow they'll be blessings;
O' no more shall I say after this:

To-morrow comes anew date
To-morrow comes anew fate,
To-morrow, brings love or hate.