That broken window, that leaky faucet
That cracked mud pot, that squeaky floor board
That shaky table, that smudge on the mirror
I’ll get to it tomorrow because its not going anywhere.
Tomorrow turned to days,
Then months and then a year,
And I still tell myself, I’ll get to it later
A year became two.
Thats two season changes
I’m two years older,
The rings on that banyan are wider,
My window, faucet, floor board, mud pot
Table and mirror still need my attention.
Before I knew it,
Those sneaky culprits called disease and age
Jumped upon me.
I didn’t see it coming
Neither did I feel it.
And before I knew it
I had no tommorow,
No years or months or days.
I had only today,
But today wasn’t enough,
All my yesterdays were long gone
And all I had to show for it were
The broken pieces of insignificant things,
The things that didn’t matter to me,
The things that will never matter to anyone.
There is no tommorow,
But I had my today.