If ever tomorrow will come again
As I guess he will
My food will become stale
And warming it
Will take another while
If only I was thoughtful enough
I should be doing something else
When this tomorrow has come
And on doing so
My bravery to the fore come
And all accolades will be mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Looking forward to tomorrow doesn't always bring us what we want in life, so we settle for what we get in the end. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn