Today

What we thought

Would be Tomorrow

Yesterday,

Is Today.

It does not have 

The frigid Gloom

Neither the fresh 

Flowers in bloom

It does not personify

The idle reveries 

Of the tired Yesterday

Nor does it make

The nightmares 

Come true. 

Just a little man

Walking his ego-less way

Until I go to bed

It is still Today.

 

Pruning the Dreams a bit

Filing the sharp Nightmares

The Todays turn into Tomorrows

And then long-forgotten Yesterdays.

But the sheer beauty of  the Mind

That calmly toils away

And without fear or hope

It always wakes up to a Today!