Tomorrow No More

Not a man in this world
Can know his fate,
Nor change his past
From the memories of hate.

Tomorrow is a mystery,
An anticipated suprise.
Yesterday is through,
No second chance, no more tries.

Yet there are those who
Attempt what they cannot,
To capture a moment of
What today brought.

And they do not realize
That tomorrow doesn't care,
About them or they're doings,
About no past affair.

For tomorrow is new,
Tomorrow is not like today,
Tomorrow could destroy you
Or send you on your way

To fame, to fortune,
To a life of grandeur,
To what seemed today
Far as the sky's azure.

And for this fact, precisely,
You cannot size up a man,
Not with his yesterday,
Nor his tomorrow at hand.

No photgraph or painting
Can embody his soul,
They decieve and distort,
But a fraction of the whole.

Once tomorrow is no more
And yesterday remains,
A man can rest free from
New worries, free from past pains.

Then can you find the
Truth of his life,
His fulfillment of goals,
His endurance of strife.

When he is gone and remembered,
After the dust of life clears,
His worth is apparent:
The dash between years.