She’s looking. Looking, looking….
She thought yesterday, thinking again:
“What is there for me tomorrow –
Another somber day? More pain?”
“Tomorrow”, a mysterious matter,
Out of everyone’s reach and touch,
A rock-solid fence which crumbles
At the strike of twelve, at midnight…
She thinks beyond her pain and sorrow,
"Tomorrow, she thinks, shall be a better day,"
“Tomorrow is a Hope,
Tomorrow is always better than today…”
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Tomorrow is just another day,
Yet, people shall remember to be kind…
And every evening everyone would say,
“Today I made ten people smile…”
May 31, 2009
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7 comments:
Are you back my beautiful friend?!!! Oh happy day!
Back!! Last Monday, recovering slowly....
Thank you for stopping by, Yoli!
That was a lovely poem, Natalie.
I would wish these lines:
She thinks beyond her pain and sorrow,
"Tomorrow, she thinks, shall be a better day,"
Instead had read something like:
She thinks toward her bliss and harmony,
"Tomorrow, she thinks, shall be a perfect day,"
Not criticism of the poem; just wishing to see your words smile.
The photograph is great. Where was it taken?
Criticism from you? - It is a privilege, Fram! Thank you, may I use your lines in a different poem?
The picture was taken by the same Fieldston park in Riverdale.
'Today I made ten people smile'.
I'll take that with me on this nice, sunny day in GB. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
You are a good person. I know You make more than ten people smile every day, Mr. Cuban.
Greetings from NYC
I love this poem. You made me smile :)
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