Tomorrow, tomorrow
Always tomorrow
Tomorrow comes, where are they?
Hard to keep with it some days, yet keep going anyway.
Neglectful to make something better
Something worth it
Hard to be alone all the time
Even when you think it's something you want, something sublime.
Appreciation goes a long way
Would be amazed by just what a few words can do
Support is a small thing, something simple and easily asked for
Yet it's always tomorrow that leaves its sting.
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Musings of an Anxious Mind
PoetryA small book made up of poetry I've written throughout the years ~ 20+ years ~ I'll be adding them as I find them, since I didn't get them all typed up like I'd wanted, and I'm being lazy about getting them up as I keep bouncing from project to pro...
