Were it not so true as to be
Something coming only for you
Others guessed with knowledge but could not see
Only you can see it all the way through
Growing closer, things begin to change
And you must begin to be ready
For there's little to do but arrange
And hope that others remain steady
It comes for all, eventually it's true
The price of living in this plain
There's little different you can do
Beating time drives one insane
Nothing's fair when it comes too soon
Ribbed of precious time unspent
Get it all and every chance to see the new moon
And hit many places still unwent
There is no tomorrow
And that's the curse
Tomorrow not coming brings such sorrow
The end of your verse
But oh, what a ride to midnight
Stopping at 11:59 and a tad more
Was there someone waiting on that midnight train in the light
Or were you doomed to the empty door
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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