Twice I'Ve Been Told Poem by Aldo Kraas

In the Tomorrow’s of Everything There’s a love to be found In the friendship of each name Every period comes around In their burning inside flame But friendship is to hold Be the walking line within The story of feelings untold In the tomorrow’s of everything Yesterdays are in its takes Playfully past and gone But the morning again up wakes To carry the acquaintance on Everyone has one to build Keeping the time to fulfill Their bricks are there to tilled To rise above the high hill And then there comes the day When two and two become struck And everything comes their way In holdings and friendship luck There maybe some other ways For nothing is like or through And every rainbow has its grays That sometimes comes there too Merry Christmas Peter