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In Love with Today
A man of many yesterdays who does’t believe in tomorrow
Most of me is yesterday, but some of me is hoping to touch a little of those elusive tomorrows. Yesterdays were harsh teachers in my life… my yesterdays often days of failure, darkness, enough tears to drown the saints and wounds never healing because I constantly self-inflicted the same mistakes upon myself year after long, long year. Tomorrow, the fantasy we all believe in as children, and cry for as old men, sings to me, I love the quiet melody of hope there will be more of them to come dance with me, yet I never believe their sultry song, I know tomorrows lie to us all, so temptingly close, but each one runs away if you count on them too much. And today? I open my eyes each morning and kiss today hard on the lips, then a few prayers of self-forgiveness because no one judged me harder in life than I judged myself. Today, today is warm sun on the rainiest of days. Today is the heat of life when the winds off the north Atlantic are whipping down my street. Today is a good day, took me too long to learn that, but now today, this day, is the only thing I live for in life.
