poem about tomorrow
|Tomorrow remains a mystery.
Proclaiming its enigmatism is long overdue.
The miracle of waking up is forgotten.
For what we wake up to seems bigger than what woke us up.
But that is to our limited minds.
Until dreams becomes tomorrow or tomorrows becomes dream.
We will have no power over strife.
We will have no freedom from anxiety.
But we could be left with love.
Uncaliberated love to overcome the fear of the unknown.
Unconditional love that overcame the mystery and anxiety of tomorrow.
For with love, we could die today and be contended.
With love we can't wish for tomorrow, for tomorrow might never come.
Love overwhelms each day that tomorrow becomes an enemy.
Love today and with no reservation for tomorrow.
With pure love as a yard stick, we have to live everyday like a last.
Don't limit your love for a tomorrow we can only hope for.
But kiss'em same love when the morning sun appears.
And the smile on face is enough to say that we made it.
Then the good mornings shared is a celebration of a won war.u