Tomorrow

Tomorrow I may go blind,
So everything seems so vivid,
Even glasses would be kind,
If it does happen, I’ll be livid!

The sky up there above me,
Has never been so blue,
The crashing surf of the sea,
A glorious emerald hue.

Tomorrow I may go deaf,
Now all the world does speak,
In varying noted clefs,
And my focus starts to peak.

All my favourite songs,
With all my friends’ voices,
Come to me in throngs,
Stifling my cynical choices.

Tomorrow I may not be here,
So today is all that matters,
Kick back with a beer,
As my worries do scatter.

This is how I live each day,
It may appear slightly nutty,
But it’s really a beautiful way,
Of getting through life daily.