Tomorrow, Tomorrow Poem by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell

Tomorrow
Arrives
When those sleepy heads
Who are fast asleep
Opening their eyes
In the morning time
Getting out of their bed
When it's time
To rise and shine
Preparing for what lay's ahead
Eating breakfast
Brushing their teeth
Having a bath or shower
Before they leave
Their house
Once they do
What happens to them after that
Is anybody's guess
The day could bring fourth good fortune
Or leave them wishing they never got out of bed
Tomorrow is a brand new day
Make it go your way.