On the edge of the roof,
we walk today.
We might fall,
on the either of the sides.
Safe on the roof or sleep forever.
The only life, we cannot borrow.
Today is not tomorrow.
To build the time ahead,
we design today.
To be the architect of future,
the moment is surrendered.
Later to live, the present is murdered.
Then comes the sorrow.
Today is not tomorrow.
The day to begin,
the day, today.
Having all that needed,
may be taken away.
All that envisioned, may retract it’s way.
For a better tomorrow, we think and grow.
Today is not tomorrow.
Better days might be nearer,
Unlike today.
Fun may be laughter,
happiness thereafter.
Better days still in the queue.
Trumpet of mourn, never be thrown.
Today is not tomorrow.