Today,
the day the Lord has made,
looking at clock, it ticks eight,
in a matter of time, would begin to fade
not minding your stakes.
Joggle all day
wishing for a slice of luck.
not minding what might knock.
If tomorrow comes,
then I would be a day older
let it be a day brighter
for it's a day to be conquered.
If tomorrow comes,
let it carve out sheer pleasure,
leaping higher than other days,
and I would keep my spirit high,
but not on wine.
If tomorrow comes,
that, I pray it comes,
Filled with fun,
Life taking its turns.
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I would like to translate this poem
If tomorrow comes... I will be a Poet thumbs up Daniel