With every yesterday, aging flowers wilt;
A child dies, an innocent feels guilt.
With every passing day, a lover leaves;
A sister starves, a mother weeps.
With every tomorrow, a flower blooms anew;
A life is created, an argument is through.
With every future day, love is made;
A sister laughs, a friend gives self-less aid.
Yesterday's pain sits heavy on a broken back,
bent heavy with fatigue and endless sorrow.
Today's hardships are added to the stack,
Yet we look forward to Tomorrow.















Comments
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it's ironic considerate rarity patron of love higher knowledge engulfs me...
I love how you treat "yesterday" and "tomorrow" as the present. The ending stanza is focuses on the downside, but the last line, the twist, is uplifting to me. (but it can actually be depressing for some)
There's still hope for tomorrow
or
Tomorrow will never come
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viva chile mieerrrr
looks like those poetic juices are flowing again
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wait......did I really just say that?
thankies
Yes, I think I may be getting back into the poetry thing. Thank god. I don't think I liked my digital camera. Thing pisses me off a lot of times.
you've taken some interesting pics with your camera
so that's kinda cool
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wait......did I really just say that?
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