Tomorrow's day is coming
As the hours, quickly pass,
Fleeting, ever ticking,
Faster than a blink.
Life's most precious moments
Are but a twinkle in your eye
That are washed away,
With tears of joy
Or sadness,
At being unable to recapture,
What was lost.
Is there really, justly meaning,
In the deeds, we try to do
Or are they futile efforts,
By me and you?