Today
I would be past my best
Blowzy
My petals faded and falling
Away
Today
It would be grey
washed out
Fading and flaking on
The wall
Today
I would be a bag lady
forlorn
Dreading my life
Tomorrow
And if I could imagine
Tomorrow
It would have the same
Forlorn
Fading
Washed out
Feeling
That it has today
"And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death"
Shakespeare
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