Tomorrow
(Tomorrow, if I’m here to see,
Holds strange report,
Inherently).
The unknown seeks to thrill me still,
Though for I know, most likely will,
Look something like the busy day
I had today and yesterday.
And yet I cling to changes new,
Subdue my woes.
For Heaven’s dew
Will fall, just as the sun arose,
Today, and I from my repose.
C Hardin