History of Today
I earn my tomorrow
Because today had so much pain
Just have to focus ahead
Maybe it'll be better
I sojourn my tomorrow
Shouldn't be such a worrisome woeful trip
When my eyes are on the storm
Stirring hope is too much a bother
I burn my tomorrow
My heart filled with misery soaked ash
Too many times being erased then forgotten
As spilled ink wicking into the blotter
I learn my tomorrow
From the history of today
Put the agony behind me
Hope my heart won't be hardened and bitter
This poem is about:
Me
