| Re: Poems Tomorrow will come, today will pass
For me and you, and all the mass
I see no point I hear no reason
Spring, Summer, whatever season
Look in the mirror wha do you see
A hopeful man to the tee
why wait for tomorrow you say
when today is now on every day
So you tell me?
Many have told me my gift tells many about themselves, but I simply let my wings go free and put pen to paper with what I feel. If that impacts your lives like many before, then I believe your question has been answered.
Enjoy...
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