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I wrote this one on the night of April 23rd 2007, after receiving the news that one of my employees, a good, smart young man with a lot of potential was killed in a motorcycle accident in Wareham.
I couldn't sleep so, as usual, I took up the pen to help me through.
WHO KNOWS WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS?
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
Rays of sun and warmer things,
Spring, it's newness in the air,
does us justice all most fair.
Where does one go when darkness falls?
Who seeks the means to spoil it all?
The cold green wave of sinister things,
Crashes upon us and sorrow brings.
The lives of many go so long,
for others though that road be gone.
And who is left to carry on,
shall rise and toil come the dawn.
Forget them not those that pass,
see the face of what was good.
A real heart is glass not flesh and blood
Lies cracked and broken, all emotions flood.
Is it fair or not I couldn't say
For no one knows what tomorrow brings
For tomorrow is just.......another day.
For Josh,
Steve Shiraka April 23rd, 2007
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