If tommorow comes
Will it be free to those in slums
Will i be still young and able
Energetic to put the food on the table
Or will i be old and fibble
I life was a ball i would dribble
Thats before life makes you cripple
They said life will never be simple
You cant laugh till you get dimples
But you have to sweat till you get pimples
When you get walls without peep holes
I guess U'll learn never to trust peoples
Like dirt they come and sweep you
Take you to jail they wiill whip you
You learn tommorow never comes
When your door slams
we prepare for the worst
Though we do hope for the best
Tommorow brings more tests
Hence we got to be smarter than the rest
Look through the cleft and see nothin is left
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good piece i love it