Tomorrow never comes but years do

Tomorrow never comes but years do

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the space
of yesterday
I found myself
travelling today
never reaching
tomorrow.

© 2025 andrew mitchell


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True that. Great work. Powerful and poignant.

Posted 10 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thank you Thomas.
Whether tomorrow exists? Whether yesterday exists? Nicely written poem.

Posted 10 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thank you Arundass
Okay. I know you've heard this before but yesterday is gone and tomorrow never comes so the only thing we ever have is now. And NOW is a gift. That's why we call it the "present". I'm looking forward to eternity, myself, shedding this skin and bones facade and breaking free of these prison bars that are the ribs around my heart. I know nothing of eternity except the promise. I know nothing of the future except hope. But what I know of the NOW suggests to me that my faith and hope are not in vain or without purpose. A thought invoking write from you that I enjoyed, thank you for sharing it. F.

Posted 10 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

I have often wondered how we would be if we didn’t know the time. Yes we live in the now and the n.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

10 Months Ago

Everything that can be, is or was. Everything reformed and made new is part of the was and part of t.. read more
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MCS
Enjoyed this very much, you had me thinking about how I’ve used my time. The takeaway is a bit of a twist; that whatever we choose to do costs us the opportunity to do something else.

Posted 10 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thank you very much MCS
my good Padre told me "Gene, just keep your mind on what you are doing in the moment." ... well .. not his exact words; but that's the gist of it. It's no wonder I do things like turn the TV on with my phone .. or can't find the dog leash I hung behind my head ... oh ... brother ... I could go on with a litany of those yesterdays driving around looking for tomorrows .. love your stuff man! be well ... :)
E.

Posted 10 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thank you kindly Gene, nice to hear from you and yes I’m like that lol.
Time takes its own time, it's we human tornados that mis-use it, using what's there as if it is the LAST DAY ! Why not sit, stand or slowly walk, looking, gazing, seeing what could go in second if fire erupted, if a hurrican or tsunami swallowed it whole. Time to savour, inhale, learn and remember. With your words in mind and your need for the ever could be-can be we might never starve. Thank you for a life-long gift, Vol,

Posted 10 Months Ago


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emmajoygreen

10 Months Ago

Am so sorry, recovering from flu.. my mind has flunked common sense, andrew! :)
emmajoygreen

8 Months Ago

Laughing you into yet another day way one or another!
emmajoygreen

8 Months Ago

way one or..?
see, can flunk even without flu!
And the calendar years are piling on. We seem to be on the same ride, Andrew. Perhaps at different times of the day and from different stops. I seem to have a season rail pass on me as well 🙏🏻🕊

Posted 10 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thanks Red as always appreciate your visits.
redd Brick Keshner

10 Months Ago

Welcome Andrew! See you round the (café) site 🙏🏻🕊
Best only think about today really, tomorrow is not promised..

Posted 11 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thank you Stella
One never knows if tomorrow will come. We hope that it will but for some it does not.

Posted 11 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Months Ago

Thank you PB
Poetic Beauty

10 Months Ago

You are welcome

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