It is not really the Cole Porter song,
rather it is my life.
Days go by,
nights go by,
in an endless stream,
I very often feel as
I am in a sort of dream.
Stringing days, one by one,
like beads, upon a string.
Each day, very much alike,
various colorless shades they seem.
Only the past is with me most.
Of the future there is no host.
Never have I lived in 'Now'.
I really did not know how.
I ever in tomorrow
wished to live,
It seemed to have
much more to give.
Now all my tomorrows
have with me caught up.
There is less within the cup.
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Original Poem-2009-CGZ
Copyright-2009-CGZ
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