Tomorrow knocked on the door
Hello come play it called
I walked out into the world
I saw birds and trees and life
I saw children on the street and laughter in their hearts pure and special in each one
The souls of so many glowing bright light a thousand candles in a church pure they were.
Today called, not to say hello
Just to remind me it is there for me
I have to live it and accept what comes to pass but the dream of tomorrow keeps me wishing wondering and wanting for something more out this world something more than pain and toil and sin
But without the pain and toil and sin we could never reach tomorrow to reach the happy as without the sins of the fore fathers where would we be
Not here not alive without sin there would be no conception and without pain there would be no birth and the toil of life helps us know we are alive.
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Poems And Short Pieces
PoetryThis Is a collection of short poems and pieces of writing I liked when I wrote them no copyright
