New poem
Relativity
Tomorrow feels like
yesterday
only newer.
Today is a fresh
coat of paint.
The past is right
behind the present
but losing ground fast.
Weep for the future:
child of our sins
waiting to be born.
Beautiful Desolation
The Life & Times of an Independent Author
Beautiful Desolation 
Future uncertainty, I feel in a similar way, Cliff. Michaela
We have to find a way to save tomorrow, when too many people have already given up on today…
Love it!!