Waiting Game

You always leave for tomorrow
The deeds that should be done
Some folks wait for tomorrow
The ones that never come...

Some leave it for tomorrow
Might mend their lowly ways
But give the hell, all they've
got, all their live-long days...

"Tomorrow," you think
'"Maybe skies will clear"
But tomorrow, you find
Has been another year...

I know all about tomorrow
And no longer care to wait-
Don't love me tomorrow
Tomorrow is too late...

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-14 at 14:47

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From 26 October to today, 27 Nov, we asked for the community to select their favorite poems/texts on PB, dated from 2005 to today. This text has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting it on our poetry website!

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so true, Helen. I do empathize and identify with this so well. So very well expressed.

Love it Helen!:)

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Helen, I have written a response work.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Good advice, and as always so well expressed.

Tomorrow is too late, yes. And tomorrow never comes. True words.