GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 323

The song is on now, the wrong is right now, Tomorrow may well turn the tables. A poem right now, scrawled anyhow, as my dreams keep fleeing their stables. Tomorrow’s too much to wait. The day’s gone lighter, its smile is now warm, Today’s the treasure I found. Switch off the radar, there’s earthquake nor storm! The moment is now, and it’s safe and it’s sound, Tomorrow? Drop it, it’s too much of weight! 323