[NicknamedBob]

"Back to work tomorrow! LOL!"

Getting To Tomorrow

Tomorrow’s like a rainbow; you see it, over there,
It’s magically just hanging ‘round, suspended in the air.
But if you try to get there, you’ll notice it recedes,
And turns to something commonplace. That’s not what magic needs.

Magic needs a distance; some sense of far-away,
It helps to keep it magical that it’s beyond today,
Or somehow just untouchable. The mirror tells it true;
That off-hand fellow staring back is just another you.

Tomorrow is a mirror, a thing you can’t reach through,
It takes all that’s behind you and reflects it in your view.
Tomorrow is the limit, of all that is and was,
And no you cannot have it, and the reason is … “because”.

NicknamedBob . . . . July 11, 2009

[luvie]

Love, Love, LOVE!!

[left that other site]

Hi Bob!

Today is yesterday’s tomorrow!

Like the poetry...very NICE!