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today& tomorrow

Running away is not an option today,

Unless all others follow you tomorrow,

What happen today is a warning ,

As long as you need a tomorrow,

Then i wish if today was a dream,

As I feel i need a tomorow,

No more pressures,no more weepings,

Just to do it in my way,

And to learn how to say “NO”

Just to rise to glory,

I am sure i will rise,

When i realise tomorrow is a hope of idiots,

Today is the day,

It is still in my hand.....

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Shirley Pourbaba

Great poem David

It is all  in your hands, your today, your tomorrow, so as long as you cherish your yesterday and leave behind its sorrow, for her gift is laid befofore you a learning or two come tomorrow, just lay your trust it her and follow.  

Kindest regards 

Majnoon

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Amal Joy

thanks shirley, its the support from others motivate me to write

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Nazneen Hassan

so whatever u have to do today do it now dont keep it for tomorrow.

                                                      thanks

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Amal Joy

keeping for tomorrow is keeping for death........

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Nazneen Hassan

it will be a new day today....great hopes and excitement....for a day today this day.......

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Amal Joy

hopes pulls your life......
thanks

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Nazneen Hassan

always remain positive..........for the following days to come......thanks

                                                                    morris&david.

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