When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
Time once exist' without me, from a long and distant past.
God's bounty flourished without me and love and beauty last.
Time welcomed me for a reason, but not for long I know.
I must therefore fulfill this purpose or make a desperate try
For when tomorrow starts without me, why should my memory die?
Fisrt published at Genebase October 30, 2007
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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