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One day there won't be
by Maria FrancescaOne day there won't be a tomorrow.
Whatever the smiling ditz in front of a weather map says --
partly sunny and a high of sixty-two, maybe --
it won't matter.
Whatever the political pundits
and your pastor
and your seventh grade science teacher
and your horoscope
and Nostradamus -
Whatever anyone says,
One day there won't be a tomorrow.
No matter how you worry over making the rent
or making the grade
or making the cute guy next door fall in love with you -
No matter what anyone does or fails to do,
One day there won't be a tomorrow.
It's inevitable.
My advice?
Burn your diary
and have that piece of cake.
03/03/2011 Posted on 03/04/2011
Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/04/11 at 01:40 PM Cute lady, cute! I used to tell my kids that one day the sun would not rise. I'm not sure they ever really understood what I was saying. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/05/11 at 03:01 PM Words of wisdom well spoken, recorded in the sacred texts at Pathetic.org. Me, I'm going roller blading while the world around me falls apart, goes to h*** in a handbasket. :o) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/05/11 at 06:18 PM Ohhhh, I needed this one!!! *burning my diary as we speak* and *munching on french toast* (hey, it was the closest thing to cake I could conjur on such short notice). |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 03/07/11 at 02:13 AM Excellent advice. I have butterscotch topping in the fridge, and guess what! It's history tonight! |
| Posted by James Zealy on 03/07/11 at 06:26 AM I'll have cake thank you very much. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/11 at 06:48 PM Smiling up at you and tipping my hat ;) |
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