my tomorrow came
when today arrived…
for yesterday,
I waited…
on a day that I hadn’t seen
hoping that when
it does come around…
there will be the light of change.
my tomorrow is here
yet my thoughts ain’t truly there..
for how can it be..
when in fragmented pieces
I watch…
the broken circles
of many yesterdays.
my tomorrow will come…
just as today did..
as I learn…
to glue my pieces of yesterdays…
into weaves of learning,
and understanding…
the wisdom of yesteryears.
© Jacqueline 2021
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Yes!
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Yes, Jacqueline, your thoughtful poem weaves a truth many of us recognize.
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Lovely
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These are touching words to ponder…I wish peace for you.-Pamela
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