Tomorrow is fast approaching.
with every minute disappearing,
and every second dissipating.
we are left anticipating,
what tomorrow brings.
Day and night will move along.
Before we know it they are gone,
into poetry of right and wrong,
and the archives of old song,
that tomorrow sings.
Anxiety is all that harkens
Knowing not simply darkens
All our thoughts are dumb and blind and
We just can’t see around the bend
At what tomorrow brings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem