Today's Tomorrow

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Life starts in a cradle:
calm,
smooth,
orderly.

The music resonated from
the tarnished music box;
distant.

The teddy bear
choked by hugs.

Every today has a tomorrow.

The possessions we didn't forget-
replaced.

The antique cradle
now
the neoteric bed.

The faded music box
now
a contemporary radio.

The worn teddy bear
now
a reticent husband.

At one point
nothin matters.

It ends.





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