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Tomorrow a Poem.

Tomorrow is a new day,
Full of new promises,
When you rush through the day,
Tomorrow is always there to say,
Don't worry tomorrow it can be done,
Tomorrow we can try again.

Tomorrow's exciting promise,
Every morning when you wake.
A bit more time to finish today.
More time to play
They say Don't leave till tomorrow,
Why you can do today.

Sometimes tomorrow seems the same.
Tomorrow is so different from today.
No joy before you settle down,
Tomorrow you'll still feel like you'll drown.
What if tomorrow never came?
What if today was the end.

Would you regret the things you put off?
Would you ponder if that phonecall,
That text, that knock on the door,
Shouldn't have been tomorrow's chore?
Would you beg for another tomorrow?
Would you mourn your yesterday.

Today someone needs you.
That phone call can't wait.
A chat, a cuddle, a hand to hold,
Responding may mean more than gold.
So don't put it off, don't delay.
Someone's tomorrows might end today.

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  1. Asta24 April 2018 at 08:57

    Oh Gemma, I pray you are at peace with God x

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  2. Robertsons24 April 2018 at 09:42

    Gemma, I pray you have found your peace. Know I hold you in my heart x

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