Today's Tomorrow Poem by Henry Love

"Constant sorrow, " be thought the morrow,

"For today has come and Gone. 

In both radiance or in shade 

Still today has made it's way

But I am never promised 

And I do not belong! "

Over the morrow

A cloud fell upon his shadow

And over his heart a veil 

At Great lengths 

Had he lost his strength

For in life 

Had he not a place to dwell.

"Try as I may,

Though I cannot explain 

Why today is promised 

Though I am left on display.

They promise Good health 

And a good way of life 

But I am today 

though I wear a disguise."