Tomorrow never comes

dawn

Its yesterday’s tomorrow

As today comes round again

We’ve time on our hands in the sun

Preparing for when they come at night

Falling from the clouds above

Bursting from the ground up

Filling all around

Forcing all their might

Until next morning

When the lights go out

As today comes round again

Its yesterday’s tomorrow

 

 

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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