The sun came up
And there came color
The flowers bloomed
“For you and your mother”
They picked each out
They smiled with blisters
“Tomorrow!” They would shout
“For you and your sisters!”
That night
He sat on the cloud
Fell asleep alright
Got lost in the sound
The sky was silent
Their ears could not hear
Their heart rate was violent
And so were their fears
“Tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow is never promised!”
“Tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow is never promised!”
And dark it was
They were afraid to go
They didn’t know what was coming
Some kind of foe
Some tyrant, quickly running
They wait for a sign
Some kind of tune
Stay put in a line
Wait for their doom
He appears from the blue
says “sorry for my slumber”
“Tomorrow..I have no clue”
“Just a little thunder”
They scream loud
“Tomorrow will rise soon”
“And we can’t get out”
now...She rises from the crowd
“Tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow is never promised!”
“Never!”
“If we’re being honest!”
“Let’s live today”
“Maybe die tomorrow”
“Celebrate! I say”
“Not live in sorrow”
Tomorrow glared
And so did thunder
They were unprepared
But they did not wonder
They accepted their fate
Smiled through
Were buried in slate
Left only a few
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“Let’s live today”
“Maybe die tomorrow”
“Celebrate! I say”
“Not live in sorrow”
Tomorrow glared
And so did thunder
They were unprepared
But they did not wonder
They accepted their fate
Smiled through
Were buried in slate
Left only a few
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is never promised
Never
If we’re being honest
Tomorrow is never promised
So live in the present
Enjoy it and live
Every day like it’s last
Life has much to give
But tomorrow is passed
Carrots by Carrot
Is this a carrot I see before me,
Fresh from the earth? Come, let me hold thee.
I cannot touch thee, yet I see thee still.
Are thou vision false, nothing but trickery,
To touch as it is to sight? Or are you
Only a picture from the mind, an imagined carrot,
Made to torture my senses? I see thee there, orange and earthy, as true
As the ground below my feet. You tempt thy senses more and more;
And thou was planning to put thee in my salad.
Thee fool thou sight for the other senses,
All the rest have taken leave yet still I see thee clearly with the dirt washed away, which was not so before, showing the gleaming carrot.
Mine eyes to be true. Now over all my sleep I have nightmares
About cutting it. Other cooks celebrate the failed perfection. See not the carrot I shall soon ruin with my shaking hands.
The very carrot surrounded my whereabouts and state the carrot is chopped magnificently.
Words to my taste and perfect to what I should smell.
DINNER'S READY!
I go, and it is done; the call invites me.
Hear it not a gleaming carrot for it is true
That summons thee to kitchen or table.