Oh those tomorrows that I find,
Lurking in a tired mind.
They bring back memories
Lost, when I was blind.
I could not see the winks
Or the come hitter looks I got.
Just too busy with thoughts, I think.
Oh those lost tomorrows, my lot.
Can one look back and capture
What was lost, oh no, it can't be done.
For the moment has passed me bye,
And those looks someone else has won.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron