The Ifs of Tomorrow

If tomorrow never comes

And my friends will have no pity

When I am gone, and will laugh at my works

Even when I have not set on my journey yet.

If the earth will not accept me

To lie deep down in her bosom

But can only spare me a four feet boys quarters

In the outskirts of her swampy mercies.

If my lover will grin a smile saying within herself

Poor fool, he is gone forever-

Now I can test the waters!

If tomorrow never comes and-

If my family cannot give me a last bath

For fear of my skin wearing away

And because they still hold me tight in their hearts

That they cannot watch me wear away just like that

 For then they have realised the truth

In the scriptures that I am made of clay.

If tomorrow never comes.

If life, my accuser will press charges for the fleshy laws

I defiled and demand reasons for-

Keeping the bony ones

That caught me in the throat of my mortal existence.

I will still lie humble and await with patience

The jury’s verdicts.

But if my tomorrow ever comes

I will have pity on those friends-

But will always use the back doors of mine heart

And I will choose the next time carefully

I will tread the earth cautiously

So to always have her compassion

I will humble myself for indeed

I am just clay.

I will choose my love ones sensibly

And If I am given a chance to love,

I shall love wisely but dearly.

I will give liberally-

And worship my creator religiously

With the unpriced talents of my today.