A Sonnet For Tomorrow

For each day that breaks and strikes anew,
I pray for grace, for hope in the dawn.
And at end when it wanders from view,
I pray again for the strength to go on and on.

There is nought so strong, nothing that grips,
There is none so harsh as to carry away,
The dreams of the moment, a kiss on my lips,
A wish for tomorrow as I end this day.

All that I am and all that I will,
See in my life so complete and sublime,
Ever compete or completely fulfill,
As my hope for tomorrow, wishing for time.

These are the days of sunshine and rain
These are the moments I'll not see again.

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