Thoughts of the future infects me with fever,
Just as thoughts of death scares every sinner,
I know I can’t wrestle with mighty time,
And even if I do, I can’t beat the deadline.
I know time itself will change and so will I,
But how things will become, I can’t lie.
I eat, drink, bath, write and I think am sane,
But I wonder if tomorrow, it’ll be the same.
A very thoughtful poem, no one can stop, or even slow, time. I enjoyed reading it and the rhyming was nice. We should all enjoy time as we ' eat, drink, bath, write and I think am sane, ' 'But I wonder if tomorrow, it’ll be the same.' Tomorrow can never be the same as today, because time always moves forward, but hopefully it will always be better (even when it seems that it isn't) .
We can't but to hope and have faith in the maker of tomorrow: for he's faithful...hope is a catalyst for life. There's no cause for one thing is certain and of which I have no doubt: tomorrow shall be better than today. God bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You and I both need spell checkers Abekah see title where thinking is misspelled and infects should be infect and scares should be scare (same error) but admire your effort at rhyming. Do you have a rhyming dictionary?