Tomorrow, is it a thing or a only a word
Or can it be seen and heard.
Tomorrow, is it what the future holds
Or can it be gone forever
Without being remembered or foretold.
Tomorrow, is it nearly a cold concept they can't be conceived
Or is it the goal we seek in life
To hold and receive.
Tomorrow is what you make of it.
No one can plan it or control it.
It's the puzzle that you can not understand or solve
For it's the thing that keeps all in "awe."
It is only thing in this world that we can not predict or foretell,
For all we know, it can be God's wishing well.
So take Tomorrow as if it should be taken
With honor, love, respect
And best of all never forsaken.
For it is the only thing in this world that we are slaves to.
For know one can tell us what Tomorrow has in store
For me or for YOU!
Copyright © 1999 Christopher Gonzalez