Although each day..I walk confused.. upset..a wreck..from don'ts and do's with ifs..and buts..and mostly hows.. unkept plans..and broken vows.. somehow..within..somewhere I'll find.. amoung the shadows..of my mind.. a way to drown..all of my sorrow.. and find some peace..Perhaps Tomorrow.
Reason for writing:
I was having a bad week when I wrote this poem. Sometimes
Sometimes there's nothing left to do but hope for a better
tomorrow...and by the way,,,things did get better..then they
went back to being bad..and back to good again...and I
still keep saying...Perhaps Tomorrow...and I wait to see
what happens..
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