Tomorrow Poem by chantelle ribeiro

Tomorrow
Will it be there?
Have I done enough today?
Said all there is to say?
Life is a fleeting fair
Always rushing
Pretending not to care
But what if it's too late?
Another hour
Another minute
The tick-tock of Father Time
No more rhythm
No more rhyme?
A death,
A birth
The circle proceeds
And we move along to where it leads
Not stopping to smell a flower
Telling someone we care
Hugging a child
or just being there...