When you get up tomorrow
tomorrow will not be there for you ,
Its aspirations for you discarded
into a forgetting forgetful forever forgotten ;
Tomorrow will unfurl its plans and stratagems
from which you somehow have been omitted ,
there will be applause for the Victors
but you won’t be on that stage ,
nor be found anywhere in the audience ;
And on that photograph that will be taken
the faces will in retrospect seem familiar
to those who were and shall be there ,
but there will be one whose very absence
will itself shall go unremarked ;
Your shadow will not trouble the dust under the midday sun
nor shall your evening be alive with promises ,
for all those now are part of the detritus discarded
into the forgetting ,
forgetful forever ,
forgotten.
A poignant poem…beautifully worded the duty of moving forward… without the baggage of ego…
This meaningful poem drives a message home….tomorrow belongs to no one.beautifully thought and penned dear poet.
Profound, insightful…A reality brought forward with bitter realities….In short nothing lasts forever….and the passionate attachment is just meaningless to anything and anyone…Amazing write Louis…Regards
A real touching one…