The Last Tomorrow

The searing woe
And bliss
Which today we know;
Will it still be
Throbbing so
When tomorrow's dawn
Breathes light?
After decades have
Quietly bumped past,
Will we still
Bear the puckered scars
Of yesterday?
If there will always be
A tomorrow,
A clean slate,
A blank canvas
Waiting for the hesitant brush,
Need we fear
For what we do today?
But how many tomorrows,
How many fresh starts,
How many lives
Do we have left?
How many times
Can we tumble to sleep,
To wake up again
To a new morning?
Surely, the tomorrows will
Run out
And we cannot know
The Last Tomorrow.
So will you wait,
Still and silent,
For your last chance?
Try again.
Live each today
For what it is worth.
Dance,
Twist and shiver,
Wait and speak,
Step and fall;
And question,
Dear, question;
Find your answers
Now,
For the Last Tomorrow
May be today.