Assuming today’s to be the last,
yesterdays are only the past.
Tomorrow’s come to fast.
Accepting every day’s the same,
nights pass, the day’s to blame.
Tomorrows come as yesterday came.
Acknowledging all’s new,
yet lacking yesterday’s clue
Tomorrow’s risen oft black and blue.
Anticipating each day’s the first,
yesterday’s filled quenching thirsts.
Tomorrows pass endlessly submersed.
Assuring each day’s bright,
yesterday’s end with good night.
Tomorrow simply see the light.