These aren't the best years of my life.
And I'm not eager to be old enough to buy beer.
I usually assume that I'm wrong and Dad is right.
I don't look to the future and feel nothing but fear.
What's wrong with today or tomorrow?
What's wrong with at the end of this week?
Why should I look back at the dead and feel sorrow?
Do I really need to live right now like I'm at my peak?
I'm not in a hurry to get things done.
I just love every day like I will love the last.
I've never felt the need to rush and run.
Yes I learn from the past and I do care what might happen, but I'm not living my life that damn fast.
So tonight I will kneel at my bed and thank God for this day.
I will then remember the dead and say I will see them in due time.
But, soon enough I will run out of things to say.
Then I will rest easy knowing that if the Lord takes me in my sleep I will be just fine.
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Submission Name: Tomorrow Always Comes
