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A collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.

Tomorrow

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by Raydawg

by Raydawg

Tomorrow has no face,

and yet we all want to see it.

Today isn't a game,

but we always hoping for a re-do.

Yesterday has no body,

and yet we don't want to let it go.

If we can't even face today,

then what's the point of hoping,

hoping for tomorrow?

The future isn't what scares us,

it's the fact that we're imperfect.

So before we even try to do great things,

we come,

we look,

we quit.

But the great thing about today,

is that it comes back like a friend,

and our courage does pay,

as tomorrow salutes us again.