Yesterday,Today,Tomorrow
The past is something I look back on and wonder why.
Today I live and often cry.
Tomorrow's the day that never comes,
Cause it is my future but do I really have one?
The children are playing and having fun.
The old ones are dying and there are new ones to come.
The people are standing in the grave yard in gloom,
And this beautiful world will end all to soon.
To say the least man tried his best.
Soon God will come and clean up the mess.
Dee Parenti
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