A day still unborn
yet casting shadows of uncertainty,
of endless possibilities dying a premature death
only to be left forlorn.
Looming large in psyche
making one vexed,
promises to be kept
that never see light of the day,
What could have, would have, should have
goes up in flames,
the fear of what's about to unfold
is the mind's one of many cruel games.
There's a lot to savour in this brief life
make the most of every moment,
don't be so obsessed with TOMORROW
for it's the source of deep sorrow.