Today is grey.
Today is cold.
Today is getting old,
soon it will be tomorrow,
but tomorrow never comes.
Tomorrow will be the same.
Tomorrow will be today.
Tomorrow the date only will change,
I'll charge my glass to the coming morrow
Same day same sorrow
Staring through the bottom of a glass
tomorrow is far away.
Tomorrow is not grey, but a whiskey gold
staring at tomorrow through the bottom of a glass
tomorrow is not old, just another day.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Today is grey.
Today is cold.
Today is getting old,
soon it will be tomorrow,
but tomorrow never comes.
Tomorrow will be the same.
Tomorrow will be today.
Tomorrow the date only will change,
I'll charge my glass to the coming morrow
Same day same sorrow
Staring through the bottom of a glass
tomorrow is far away.
Tomorrow is not grey, but a whiskey gold
staring at tomorrow through the bottom of a glass
tomorrow is not old, just another day.
© JLB
27/11/2014
11:58 GMT
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