Tomorrow Comes.... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Tomorrow comes
With all its flowers,
Colorful blossom
For coming hours;
Dreams to awake
From yesterday's gone,
Futures to make
And carry life on…

Tomorrow comes
In its own way,
It's distant drums
with all its play;
and dancing jiffy
to give and feel,
to make you free
and dreams real!

Tomorrow comes
To each of you,
It grows and hum
To get here, through.
O day and night
Of hours awake,
You'll start a flight
In dawn's daybreak!