Dear Tomorrow,
Today, not for the first time
And I know not for the last
Occurred to me plain and simple
A rule hard and fast
So many before us have said it
Hopefully those after us
Will have the wisdom to know
And the humility to admit
We can say all we wish
With our big mouths
And even bigger heads
Life makes the best of us skittish
Tomorrow, as much as we mourn,
Imagine, and wonder about you
The truth, as it's always been,
Is you are and will be unknown
Still love you,
Suparna
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