When Tomorrow Comes.

Yesterday is over,

Memories and shadow,

Whispers of a lifetime,

Echoes that we borrow.

Picture postcard images,

Reflections that are spent,

Those faded tinted witnesses,

To where the laughter went.


Today is only marking,

The beat upon life’s drum,

A melody of circumstance,

The rhythm we’ve become.

We play a game of chance,

With cards already dealt,

And hope the suit we follow,

Is not a life mis-spent.


When tomorrow comes,

Defined by all we’ve seen,

We pray no regret is evident,

In all that we have been.

We’ll leave a trailing scent

A hint of who we were,

And we will be remembered,

Before our shadows blur.

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