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Date Posted:07/17/2022 3:21 PMCopy HTML The Day after tomorrow By: Jo Smith ~~~ July 17, 2022 As I am in dismay about the pitfalls of today, I wonder and imagine there is a better way. If I can just make it till the day after tomorrow I will then find joy and no more sorrow. So I sit and ponder and I truly wonder Is there a way to jump ahead And no longer have this dread? That magic day holds a pot of gold Or at least that is what I have been told. This day is so bad with dark clouds of thunder. The worry tears my mind asunder. But I know I will be just fine When I reach that Day divine. So I pack a bag and head out to search For The day after tomorrow. I ask a bird on a perch How can I hurry and get to the Day after tomorrow? Sorry, he said, but you will never see the day after tomorrow. Oh, surely that is wrong. I will there arrive. Nope, he said, You will never make it there alive. Oh, that just cannot be true. You will see; that sky will always be blue. I rush to bed to sleep. Hoping there will not be a peep Till I awake in the day after tomorrow. But when I awoke I was sad to see that it is still today. This is not the right way. I know what I will do; I will sleep two nights. And then it will be the day after tomorrow with no more frights. But alas, twas not to be so. When I get there It is still just today. Now I am too sad to even play. Some poems come easy. I am inspired to write. But not so on this night. I was only given one line. A title. To write a good poem, knowing its story is vital. But I am now puzzled by this one line; I hope it will turn out fine. Then it hits: no one will ever see the day after tomorrow. It will always be today no matter what you say. So now I see that God gives them in many ways. Sometimes I get the entire thought and can write without a faze. But with this, I am not even sure it is to be. What can I write that would please thee? How can I make a poem with just a title? Give it some thought and bang Now I see, this is vital. On this thought a great fact will hang. You will never see THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. |