Tomorrow I'm going to gulp air...
Tomorrow is going to be the day to have fun...
Yet, as the days fade into months and quickly into years...
Intentions turn to broken dreams and some tears...
And suddenly, our tomorrows have quickly gone away...
If we want tomorrow, we had better plan our life today!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Blanche Osceola