“I envied Yesterday, who would find the
deepest of slumber for all of tomorrow.”
Today feels like Yesterday. Tomorrow
I presume will imitate Today.
Today never was going to be promising.
So was Yesterday.
Tomorrow doesn’t look bright.
The sun was on time.
Today was not ready. Nor was I,
I envied Yesterday, who would find the
deepest of slumber for all of tomorrow.
Today and I mourned for Yesterday
And Tomorrow patiently waited for the sun.