Not Knowing About Tomorrow

It saddens a bit,

But then a little is all enough

To make the world seem daunting

To make the next day distant and aloof

Because the next day just is not worthy of hope

At least at the present

 

The threats are there, hanging like a noose

Ready to snap a neck upon the slightest nudging

And with that thought,

The world sucks a little more

 

Except one person, everyone else was born ready

The heaps of worries are mere mole hills

Yet his seems mountains

To scale empties his soul of the single shred of hope

But then tomorrow shall come

And if alive, he shall still be have last year’s worries

 

It saddens a little more,

The thought that he may not be alive tomorrow

It saddens,

Because he won’t cry for his own self

 

But then, even when everything is coated

With a thick layer of hopelessness

Life’s still beautiful

It is. For everything goes on

With or without him. Is he willing to miss out?