Category : Poems

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One appointment to the      next thus far's cost sixty-something-something-six.

The voices thankfully far away and hope restored for, well, Someday.

I don't know if you're gone for good or waiting nearby, I wish you would.

The day may be near or far away but I'm assured there'll come a calm Someday.

I'm through forever with the past, so if you aren't we won't last. 

If that's the case, of course I'll have sorrow, but if not here's to a fine tomorrow.