© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake
Why angst and discontent today
What tolls a person’s happiness
Foreseeing pleasure or the fact
A languid Sunday morning feast
Too quickly gone, and dishes washed
Tomorrow then, tomorrow then
When still a child I anxiously
Would sit up late to Santa see
He never came but stockings did
Then Christmas morning ripping gifts
At night-time wondering what they were
Tomorrow then, tomorrow then
When in my teens I firmly knew
That happiness was twenty-one
But that day came there was no change
Adult or minor faces still
Uncertain future beyond reach
Tomorrow then, tomorrow then
A picnic planned, a rainy day
A blanket spread upon the floor
No taste forfeit in chicken legs
Why wait for sun to show its warmth
Enjoy each other till it does
Tomorrow then, tomorrow then
And then tomorrow is today.
October 19, 2018 at 6:44 pm
This is truly beautiful!
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October 19, 2018 at 7:23 pm
Thank you so much, Renee. It is comments like yours that keep me writing.
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October 26, 2018 at 4:32 am
You are welcome! Keep those words flowing! 😄
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October 21, 2018 at 6:38 am
That is so sweet and so true.
Time passes so quickly that there is no point waiting for tomorrow but it is imperative to seize today with both hands and extract the most enjoyment out of it.
Great post.
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October 21, 2018 at 5:24 pm
Thank you so much for reading and understanding the intent of this poem. I appreciate you.
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October 27, 2018 at 8:54 am
a graceful way of reminding us, Barb ❤
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October 27, 2018 at 6:07 pm
Graceful? Perhaps. But, of course the meaning is if one cannot find happiness in the here and now, today, that person will always find happiness is just out of reach.
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