'Always The Promise Of Tomorrow' Poem by Linda Winchell

'Always The Promise Of Tomorrow'

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Wake up at eight to get my morning started
go do last nights dishes... and then make the bed.
Put out the dog... to do her duty and bark at nothing
brush my teeth...and then my messy bed of head!

Not too much each day to look forward to
don't have any extra cash for me to go and spend.
Make the bed and do some laundry
then decide to finsh that book, I hadn't completely read.

Phone calls from freinds...are few and far between
all who seem to call these days, are foreign telemarketers!
Thank God there's always the promise of tomorrow
or what would be the sense of me being here?

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Linda Winchell

Linda Winchell

Chicago Illinois
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