Maybe today, or perhaps tomorrow
With a happiness and a joy, or maybe with a sorrow,
Maybe hours from now, or conceivably next week
When people are feeling brave, or are stupid and very weak,
Maybe next month, or probably next year
When people are smiling, or most likely shedding a tear;
Maybe while we are living, or imaginably when we are dead
But! Someday sooner or later, about us people will have read,
I might call it a sadness, and others might call it a mystery
But, they will assuredly know it, as a drama and or history,
As the calendar pages are removed and the clock slowly ticks away
Sooner or later people will know the truth; of course…. Someday.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem