No Tomorrows

Today was a usual day. Let me rephrase that, it was a beautiful day. Sun shining and sixty degree temperatures with a steady breeze greeted my morning. A couple of cups of coffee and I was ready to roll. Couples walking or jogging or fathers strolling their children filled the streets. Pot holes filled with last night rain reflected the fluffy clouds that kept crossing the sun with shadows animating my pathway with shifting silhouettes. 

So the plan today was planned yesterday. Took a little longer riding due to the nice weather but it was the usual routine of ride to the store, pickup up some critter food, ride home in reverse, feed the yard, open the window and enjoy the show. Of course it is football playoffs so that is a given.

Yet this morning I heard about a guy whose wife had died and he realized she would have no more tomorrows and that was my theme for the day.

No matter how many calendars or day planners we purchase, there will be a day when there will be no more tomorrows. We can circle dates for birthdays or anniversaries or special events, but some day there will be no more tomorrows.

This theme doesn’t have to mean death. There are people who come through your life and may spend time with you and then someday leave. They will be memories but no more tomorrows.

I personally have taken down the calendar. I don’t wear a watch. I try to live minute-by-minute in the present and not look too far ahead. I do have plenty of yesterdays that continue to grow, but time will march along whether I’m here or not.

For some who have walked through your past may have tomorrows but you will never know. The ones that have no tomorrow no how we remember birthdays or anniversaries or passing’s but they will not get a slice of cake.

‘To Morrow’

I started on a journey about a year ago

to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio.
I've never been much of a traveler, and I really didn't know

that Morrow was the hardest place I'd ever try to go.

So I went down to the station for my ticket and applied

for tips regarding Morrow not expecting to guyed.
Said I, "My friend, I'd like to go to Morrow and return

no later than tomorrow for I haven't time to burn."

Said he to me, "Now let me see if I have heard you right.

You'd like to go to Morrow and return tomorrow night.
You should have gone to Morrow yesterday and back today

for the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way.

If you had gone to Morrow yesterday now don't you see,

you could have gone to Morrow and returned today at three
For the train today to Morrow, if the schedule is right,

today it goes to Morrow and returns tomorrow night."

Said I, "My friend, it seems to me you're talking through your hat.

There is a town named Morrow on the line now tell me that."
"There is," said he, "but take me a quiet little tip.

To go from here to Morrow is a fourteen hour trip.

The train today to Morrow leaves today at eight thirty-five.

At half-past ten tomorrow is the time it should arrive.
So if from here to Morrow is a fourteen hour jump,

can you go today to Morrow and get back today, you chump?"

Said I, "I'd like to go to Morrow so can I go today

and get to Morrow by tonight if there is no delay?"
"Well, well," said he to me, "and I've got no more to say.

CAN YOU GET anywhere tomorrow and get back again today?"

Said I, "I guess you know it all but kindly let me say,

how can I get to Morrow if I leave this town today?"
Said he, "You cannot go to Morrow any more today

'cause the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way."

I was so disappointed. I was mad enough to swear.

The train had gone to Morrow and had left me standing there.
HE HAD NO RIGHT in telling me that I was a-howling jay.

I could not go to Morrow so I guess in town I'll stay.

Or…

"All Tomorrow's Parties"

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties