Superstition Poem by George Hunter

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
(That reads like a Shakespeare play)
Or Cormac in one of his stories
Where he has a character say:
'Just what is superstition?
Is it only in your head?
Please tell me your position,
Could it be real instead? '
Well—it's like when you believe in something
That just doesn't seem to play.
You mean like a tomorrow?
Or maybe a yesterday?
One's gone forever,
The other never arrives,
But you have to believe in something
As long as the soul survives.
Some say there's no tomorrow
And there ain't no yesterday,
So I'll have to cast my lonely vote
For today, today, today!