When It Pours And Yesterday Is No More

The future is too soon the past. So make perseverance your excellence and go confidently in the direction of your dreams. - Thoreau

we sang and danced 

strutted and pranced

rolled the dice and took a chance

even taken to borrow

 for there was no tomorrow

then tomorrow came

along with its deluge of rain

we couldn't sing in pain

couldn't waltz aboard an unstoppable train

no matter how hard we scrubbed

we couldn't erase yesterday's stubborn stain

Author's Note

“My days were not days of the week, bearing the stamp of any heathen deity, nor were they minced into hours and fretted by the ticking of a clock; for I lived like the Puri Indians, of whom it is said that "for yesterday, today, and tomorrow they have only one word, and they express the variety of meaning by pointing backward for yesterday forward for tomorrow, and overhead for the passing day." This was sheer idleness to my fellow-townsmen, no doubt; but if the birds and flowers had tried me by their standard, I should not have been found wanting.” - Thoreau