Everlasting Tomorrows

Turn around and what do you see, a house full of kids that will never be.
Aimed like a gun shooting for the stars, that’s where a heart is worn.
On ones sleeve a tear or two, will change todays tomorrow but not the past two hours.
Two feet walk but some only one, others not, they are carried.
A dream today will change tomorrow, unless of course it’s endless.
When tomorrow comes, know it is today that matters most.
For the past is dead and will be no more.
Bear the weight of today carrying even more.
For tomorrow the load will be lighter when today rolls around.
Like a snow ball that melts as its weight is lost speeding down the hill.
Not into the grave but into the lakes water.
A refreshing dip while standing in the shower, or soaking in a tub called silver slippers.
Where else to travel but inside, no cost no load no pain no sorrow, for there, is everlasting tomorrows.

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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