Bad things happen, and with faith we say, Suffer it so now, for we are On the way to tomorrow. We lose a friend in the most shocking way. A stepping stone on the way to tomorrow. A rose in bloom, we love it so, but its petals fall On the way to tomorrow. Winter has been hard, we long for sun to call, No hurrah, we are prodding to tomorrow. Our "remember whens," our grown "little ones," Our past health and loves - we grieve, Were all on the road to tomorrow. Our friends' lilting laughter, Our short time together, The church bells, and wedding bells Were all on the way to tomorrow. And we ponder, we must not look back, The one thing is time we do surely lack, For we might turn to stone as Lot's dear wife, We must all stay the path to tomorrow's life. Your tomorrow may be different from mine, But I believe for us all it will be sublime. And rest assured tomorrow will come. We will call it "forever" a perfect day, never done. ~ © Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net) ~ March 2004 If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Victor Spring Is Here Pussycat Springtime And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Click the image and visit my new website. Home: Writers' Early Spring 2004 Index