Today Is here
It is now
It is in my hands
And tomorrow is so close
I can hear the sound
Of tomorrow
it is almost here
And we’ve already forgotten
About yesterday
But tomorrow is so close
And the day after tomorrow
Is so terribly far away
So let’s not plan for then
And let’s forget the past
And let’s disregard the present
In our tender palms
For the future is almost here
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Author:
H.R. Powell (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was another really spontaneous poem with not a lot of planning or forethought, the meaning behind it being how quickly we are ready to move on to the next "thing" in our lives. A lot of people, including myself, find themselves looking forward to things, only to be underwhelmed when the time comes, and find themselves looking for another thing to hope for.
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Comments2
The past remembered only inasmuch as there were lessons learned; the present lived for the moment; all future plans provisional only.
I'm sure you are not quite as lost as you make out, HR.
Lovely but relative poem. Time is a funny old thing and based on ones perception of it.
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