Some Day Poem by S.W. Clark

Some Day



Some day we will cross that illusive shore,
who can say what we be
when we be no more.
They tell us lots about deaths' lore
but what you say, what is.
Still why are we here for.
It seems tomorrow is today; it has been before,
what they say is not new.
You must open a new door.
That is how it has been
now and
forever
more.

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