Tomorrow is another day; well, that is what
They say, even though it is like any other,
So why bother to care?
But what will tomorrow bring? Will we hear
Anyone sing? Would anyone dare? Would
Anyone share?
Tomorrow will come and tomorrow will go,
Leaving no one in the know.
So stay in bed and wait till it passes, forgetting
All The masses, and anything else that gets
In the way, and trust me, tomorrow isn’t
Going to be our day.
Poems By ken makepeace 