Tomorrow

Tomorrow

A Poem by TraceyPotgieter

Tomorrow is just another day I always took for granted.

Today is just another yesterday – only not yet departed.

Tomorrow is just another day I’ll have to face without you.

Today is just another yesterday – only yesterday had you in it too.

            If I had known yesterday was your last today,

            I wouldn’t have waited until tomorrow for all I had to say.

Now my time is sucked into an endless cycle of todays –

            Yesterdays are just a dream and tomorrow never stays.

Yesterdays are all I have to help me through the todays

            I wish it wee otherwise – but it never pays.

So here I stand, awaiting a better tomorrow

            Knowing full well that tomorrow only holds todays sorrow.

If regrets were time – today would never end

If faith were strength – tomorrow would never mend.

            Yesterday never taught me how quick today could change

            It took today to learn the greatness of tomorrow’s range.

If only I hadn’t waited for tomorrow, which I could’ve done today.

            Because today was your last tomorrow from yesterday.

If only I’d made sure yesterdays debts were settled

            And my today was free and clean

If only I’d said more, done more, seen and been more

            My today may have hurt less.

Don’t be left wanting my friend

            Live more, worry less, appreciate, dance, laugh, smile    

                        With all you care for.

I did not, and even though yesterday still promised me a tomorrow,

            It just turned out to be today

 

© 2009 TraceyPotgieter


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A sad writing about things, we should have done but didn't. How can we regret not doing so. Hoping the death that you allude to, is a prop used in your writing. Not the reality, of a love one gone before you had the chance to say, "i'm sorry" or "l love you". Thank you for sharing this very personal poem with us.

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A sad writing about things, we should have done but didn't. How can we regret not doing so. Hoping the death that you allude to, is a prop used in your writing. Not the reality, of a love one gone before you had the chance to say, "i'm sorry" or "l love you". Thank you for sharing this very personal poem with us.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

After reading the first few lines i was hooked, beautiful, simply beautiful. This shows real talent. absoulotly love it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 28, 2009