I Dream - If Ony It Could Be Poem by Don Dickenson

If yesterday, could be tomorrow,
I’d know about—today.
To make good use of every hour,
meeting problems there halfway.
Avoiding things unpleasant,
a smile instead of moan.
Holding precious moments,
and making them my own.
Careless words would silent be,
no fire the tongue ignite.
With Peace and Joy to fill my life,
From dawn to deepest night.
Stormy winds, or downpours,
Winter’s snow, or summer flame,
Would bring no fear or trembling,
I’d hide, before they came!
I dream—if only, but it’s not to be.
‘Today’, – that’s all I have to share,
for, Yesterday is history,
whilst Tomorrow’s always there.
Waiting for a sunset;
that last warm dying ray,
To change what is a Yesterday,
into what we call, Today.
Each one a pristine, new creation,
full of fresh surprises.
Exciting, challenging, and unknown,
of this, real life comprises.