Tomorrow Is Yet To Come Poem by Mishel Baylen

In the middle of a warm night
Where only dark fill my sight
My mind is full of thoughts
Where my life shall be brought

After these all, where shall I be?
After these years, what will happen to me?
In what field shall I go through?
What are the things I am going to do?

Who are the people I’m going to meet?
Where is the place do I really fit?
Who will be my set of peers?
Who’ll be with me through laugh’s and tears?

What kind of fate I am going to have?
Who’s the lucky man I’m going to love?
Who will love me more than ever?
Who will share life with me forever?

Will I be successful and contentedly set?
Or I’ll be in sorrow with full of regrets?
So I pray to God to teach me what to do
And guide me wherever I go

He answered, “For now my child, go to your bed,
For I have planned everything for you ahead
Don’t be troubled and sleep calm,
For tomorrow is yet to come.”