IN ANTICIPATION
OF A NEW DAY
Today
has gone
Without
our noticing.
Will tomorrow
come
in the
same way?
Tomorrow
will come,
tomorrow
will go
and become
a yesterday.
A memory,
a dream, a day
that no
longer exists.
All our
tomorrows will
turn into
yesterdays until
at the
very end
there
is
nothing
Words by John Collins
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