Tomorrow
All of my life seems crammed
into yesterday.
A swollen memory of
laughing and dancing and
hoping and
Falling.
I know this isn't true.
Yesterday was,
at one time,
every today and every tomorrow
I've ever spent.
A long slew of moments i'll remember
through the fog of the mind
and kaleidoscope glasses
Of age.
Perhaps, i'll think of the yesterdays
yet to come, and
all the tomorrows I was given
to get there.
YOU ARE READING
Verses
PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
