Today I wrote another poem that tingled your senses
She closed another deal that swelled her assets immensely
He bought a new car, a Navy Blue Bentley
It's still just another week and another follows shortly.

Tomorrow is another day
The earth would rotate the very same way
Billions of men would flood the streets
The world continually in repeat.

I take a glance at it all
From a vantage point, hopefully tall
Enough to see that enough to fill the thirst
Is a goal never reached.

For we are a people mindlessly toiling
Cursed and boasting over sweat, feeding through suffering
Gratification accorded to the one who slaves harder
To get less time with his family and more pills
Nothing could be sadder.

So today I step out of the rat race
I promise to work hard, but purely on God's grace
Because one day, today would be tomorrow's distant past
By then, it'd all have fallen into place.

And afterwards?
I hope when we lay on our aged beds or rocking chairs
We would look at each other with smiles linking our ears
That we spent the days seeking His face

Wondering what everyone else did with their lives
Then we'd pass away fulfilled,
Knowing we found that elusive peace on earth.
And afterwards, peace forevermore.