"And no one worries about TomorroW, because it never comes." Oh, it comes, or comes in, if you are properly attuned.
Tune In Tomorrow
When you go into a theater,
To stumble to your seat,
You hear the music starting,
And know you’ll have a treat.
That is just exactly,
The way I feel each day,
When morning has arisen,
And birdsong starts to play.
The shuttered light is showing,
The screen attracts my eye,
The scrolling credits roll across,
A brightly colored sky.
As every day the show begins,
I sit back and enjoy,
The special scenes and music;
The methods they employ.
Who would have thought a cricket,
Would be a music source?
Yet when the light goes down again,
The stars are shown, of course.
They wryly wink, and stately stroll,
Across the up-built stage,
Where generations of my folk,
Have watched throughout the age.
Somewhere there is a Writer,
Producer and much more,
I’m tuning in Tomorrow.
Who knows what lies in store?
NicknamedBob . . . . . March 23, 2008
Thanks for popping in to the Undead Thread. We are always amused to have fresh meat faces.
“And no one worries about TomorroW, because it never comes.
“Oh, it comes, or comes in, if you are properly attuned.
Back in my bartending days we used to have a sign that stated
“FREE BEER TOMORROW”.
Kept the ‘drunks’ coming back and we never did have to give a ‘free’ one away.
Like they say about tending bar
“The hardest part of this job is figuring out who is drunk and who is just plain crazy”