I do the
Drudgery of life,
Make notes,
Yawn,
Trudge through my day
With no purpose.
But with evening
Comes reason,
Fulfillment and smiles.
Every word that you say
Makes me beam and hope
For the next and the next.
And the world lessens
It's tyrannical grip on my soul
And we laugh
And tap the keys of life.
I'll make it through tomorrow
To speak to you again.
Hi George, great write - I loved the last stanza, thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's always hope for tomorrow for tomorrow will come but would you?