#1501-Tomorrow

Nail me in.

Don’t be shy.

It doesn’t hurt,

Nor what it looks like.

Numbered flags,

A bed of concrete,

Is it a bad dream?

No, just a game,

To play on a cloudy Sunday.

It feels cool.

Autumn’s coming.

Tomorrow’s not far away,

But we’re still here.

So pound away, while

There’s still time to play.

Precious moments,

To build memories.

Like old songs,

That never fade.

For whom are we,

To judge the game.

Let’s just play and forget,

All that life puts in our way.

At least for now.

Tomorrow, is another day.