Tuesday, October 4, 2011

CNR #18

Tomorrow

Didn't used to like the music
but the rhythms were catchy
and the tunes snugged like tunics of blue.

Didn't drink the devil's waste
but a bottle bottom down
now tends to jump at my face.

Didn't taste the herb of earth
until a day came of such worth
where I learned that the world's in my hand.

Things I don't do today
for my moral fiber is great.
Tomorrow, will be deliciously grand.