If Tomorrow Comes Poem by Gerry Legister

If tomorrow comes, I will stop crying.
Like a baby with stressful voices ring
Instead, I will be watching and waiting.
With a new song, heavenly choirs sing.

If tomorrow comes, let me give today
The best things of my duty to be done
And the selfish rewards, throw away.
Dispense, of them under the high sun.

If tomorrow comes, as points I have won
Listening to myself without the reciting
Rhythm in front of the mirror at home
But could kneel with gratitude praying.

While in the earth, a demise has flown
And I hear the mockery of bells ringing.
Where the paper wings smiles are clone
The emptiness of today is disappearing.

If tomorrow changes in the atmosphere
I will have the opportunities made to come.
Though they are excruciating and rare
I will not fear the snares and blithely sum.