Tomorrow I'll be a better person
If I let go of yesterday's disappointments
From which I learn a limpid lesson
To ascertain, retain and maintain tomorrows' appointments.
Tomorrow promises a better deal
That I earned and spurned today
If no flies my opportunities spill
Into confusion, derision and division every other day.
Tomorrow belongs to my Creator
Who alone owns tomorrow
In which he inserts me as a factor
Provided sins and sin bins I don't allow in my row.
Tomorrow grants me new opportunities
For me, my kind and my mind to exploit
As God on me bestows facilities and amenities
In Lusaka, in Los Angeles, in Liverpool and in Detroit.
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