On The Edge Of Today

Tomorrow is a place where I haven't stumbled yet
A clean sheet that I haven't mucked up
With muddy foot prints
From all my yesterdays.

How many tomorrow's will there be?
These glasses aren't good for distance
But my bifocals clearly show today
There are a few smudges but the edges are clean
I'll scribble in the margins
I'll fill all the corners
I'll risk going all the way to the edge of today.

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