"Tomorrow" by Frances Sylverwolffe Gibbs

When passion is quenched –

In coldness, it cannot long for more,

When eyes are dull

And aching darkness keeps them sore.

When minds are full –

Filled to the brim with clouded pain,

When hearts are worn,

Empty – they cannot love again.

When skies are torn,

And angry acid-bitter tears are shed,

When souls are faded,

Waiting for the day when they are dead.

When hope is shaded –

Lives are run by so-called fate,

When smiles are painted –

Masquerade over hidden hate.

When truth is tainted –

Lies are sainted, truth despised,

When life is sorrow,

But no-one lives and no-one dies.

A nightmare of tomorrow,

A prophesy – yet even worse than death,

Our future is Today,

A choice of life with every breath

Then choose how you may…