Tomorrow Will Come, Yet There Is No Future
Different seasons will come and go, come and go
The bee humming birds fly away and don’t always return
The perennial plants hibernate and grow
Bigger branches and buds that make men yearn.
Tomorrow will come no matter what, no matter what
Occasionally, your neighbors will see it
And you won’t, and you find yourself deep in a lot
That your love ones had to rush to get.
Tomorrow is maybe your last day; every day
You ought to behave as though you’ll be away
Momentarily; because the last breath is unpredictable
No one accepts the obvious and foresees the inevitable.
There is no future, there is tomorrow
Tomorrow shall come, drown in sorrow
Dressed like a crow whose daily attendance
At funerals, is not classified and is in full compliance.
Enjoy life and today to the fullest, be positive
And help as much as your heart desires
The heaven’s hole is infinitesimal and active
For incalculable reasons and inaudible satires.
Tomorrow will come, but most of your plans
Will not materialize; we are surrounded by death
By unavoidable nightmares and discolored wreaths
We are daily being applauded by unrecognized fans.
At times, the magnets are mightily powerful
Pessimism is not the answer to the realities
Of our journey, the bouquet of the lilies
Will not remain fresh and youthful.
Different seasons will come and go, come and go
The perennial plants hibernate and grow
Mother Earth will claim her children’s dust and sand
And their spirit will perpetually wander like the wind.
poem by Hebert Logerie (July 2009)
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