A Tomorrow Yet To Come
I’ve seen tomorrows; come and go;
watched a rising and setting sun;
I look to above; from a world, below;
for a tomorrow; yet to come.
No one is happy with our world, today;
it’s not what we want it to be;
it’s not even much better than yesterday;
from evil; it must be set free.
Nearly every day; it seems to get worse;
living alone; I get more lonely;
this kingdom is living under the curse;
while I recall the bad times, only.
I know there were good times, yesterday;
times when people still cared;
all hopes for tomorrow; faded away;
along with the love I once shared.
I no longer believe in a better tomorrow;
the love of my life; now gone;
love is a memory; replaced by sorrow;
only my ghost lives on.
The ghost; I’ve become; is a foggy mist;
a shadowy replica of yesterday;
my ghostly illusion will never be kissed;
physical love can’t come my way.
I am the spirit from a long ago yesterday;
my physical time is almost done;
my ghost is still waiting; day after day;
for a tomorrow, yet to come.
Monty 9.20.25. # 2,978