Tomorrows
All of our tomorrows
seem to be filled with sorrows.
But let me say, not necessarily the way
that one’s life will, upon the stage, play.
It might seem, that all our tomorrows
will be, as we have seen all our yesterdays,
life’s moments, experiences lived in sorrows
as we perceive our acts, upon the stage, in the plays
that have been written in the sands of time,
time that may never be yours and mine,
to know all of what could very well be sublime
and take us to the logical conclusion of this rhyme.
B. J. “A” 2
March 7th 2015 .
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