poetry from warren adler

What Will Happen Tomorrow

No one can predict tomorrow

If you’ll encounter joy or sorrow

Don’t look into a crystal ball

It will tell you nothing much at all

Things happen that we can’t predict

Sudden changes will often interdict

Our future’s certainty is a mere illusion

And what happens next is an empty delusion

Life’s journey is in fact an act of striving

With no scheduled arriving

Besides, round trip tickets were never sold

If anyone returned, we were never told