My Today, Your Tomorrow Poem by Eric Roxas

You say much-
About how you love tomorrows.
You say-
They are much like you,
Young and innocent.
Their two hopeful skinny arms
Wide open; Ever ready to embrace
Bouquets of your possibilities-
Chances and promises.
A blinding shimmer
Amidst the dimmest
Attempts of your now.
So you, shy away
In a quiet corner
With one curious eye.
All the while, praying
They come Not a second late.

But, just a thought!

Isn't today the tomorrow
You were waiting for yesterday?