INTO TOMORROW'S REJOINDER

Into tomorrow's rejoinder
By james a. galgano

Tomorrow from distance stares at all warily knowing what will transpire.
There is no contentment in such encompassing knowledge as it slowly unfolds.
As foretold in the tracks leading to each birth to grave ballet performed.
By every life contained in all its assorted disguises within the food chain panoply
Each joy and sorrow surrender and victory seems to have its day so neatly placed.
As it connects every dotted line to its inevitable demise. There are few surprises.
Which echo in empty space to declare its obvious claim of I told you so resolutely?
For who would remain behind to hear such discourse fallen like forest through trees?
With no hopeful stars above to wish upon for some alternate route, hoping clemency.
For life is a contract unsigned lived through by all knowing full well death awaits
In all its various forms of inevitable release and expectancy this day will soon pass
As all days do into discomforting night, with no days to follow forth but fortuitously.
When tomorrow clenches hope drawing out each final breath before final release
Before all left to witness such inevitable demise, it has for so long preached would be
There it remains eternally alone watching those who will follow through each slip.
Into inescapable disdain anticipated without congratulation nor abiding remorse
All life seems to persevere upon such dotted line without excuse or discourse.