Those Tomorrows That Come

Yesterday I sat determined,
The day before had been in my past.
And every tomorrow after that I lived,
I would not dwell on sadness.
Or upon that which brought to me tears.

Yesterday I sat determined,
The day before had been in my past.
And every tomorrow after that I lived,
I would not dwell on sadness.
Or upon that which brought to me tears.

And...
Yesterday I sat determined,
The day before had been in my past.
And every tomorrow after that I lived,
I would not dwell on sadness.
Or upon that which brought to me tears.

Well...
Those tomorrows that come,
Never seem to be freed of memories...
As if to stay to be repeated.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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