Tomorrow is another day, it never comes, the present is here to stay.
If you like it, fine, if not, do your time.
I make mine.
Another glass of wine?
I dislike poems when you don’t know what they mean.
Do you believe a dream?
Oh well, I thought I’d write this anyway.
Tomorrow is another day.
That’s all I have to say.
I go away.
22nd June, 2017