December 18, 2019 2 By Lewis Wamwanda

I wonder why people call tomorrow, tomorrow
Yet I see no sense in their choice of words
Not that I don’t trust them
But I still wonder what to believe
Does Tomorrow ever comes?

The other day I heard people talk
Silently I waited for each to speak sense
But the whispers from their mouths
Spoke of their great plans of tomorrow
But to let today slip as they sleep

Tomorrow I will wake up early
I promise to tend to my garden
Tomorrow I will pay all my debts
Tomorrow I will repent all my sins
Tomorrow I will fight my fears

Let’s be honest, atleast for once
An honest answer will do us good
Does Tomorrow ever come?
Or tomorrow will be tomorrow
That is the day after today

Tomorrow I will visit my mother
And buy a packet of sugar for my siblings
A warm coat for my father
And the neighborhood will sing of my success
Not today, let me go home tomorrow

I laugh at this plans,
Not that I don’t believe in any of them
Or the speakers words of wisdom as they say
No, I trust their words to the latter
But, what day is Tomorrow?

Have you ever noticed that
Tomorrow will always be tomorrow
That we only have today for our plans
To clean the dirt from our coats
And wipe the specks off our eyes?

Tomorrow never comes
And grandpa used to tell me
He has waited for tomorrow all his life
And even when he breathed his last
He kept saying that Tomorrow never comes

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