Somedays Poem by Black Rabbit

Weather or not is not the question it use to be.
But because its in the end that we never ask.
These things that we need to know.
All things that we wish we did.

I've never seen the waking wonders
till I seen the wonder in your eyes.
Of my darling little one and her surprise.
But not as surprised as I was.

The world may stop and never start.
The green may turn a terrible brown.
When in dying lasting breaths,
we find the perfect words.

That somedays we were,
and somedays we are.
But there will never be a
someday I could of.