tomorrow is another day

wandering in sunless woods,

she supplicated a flying fay,

and uttered in an outré tone,

“my happiness lives far away

I am sinking in a secret dole.

say something or start a fray.”

the fay looked strikingly wise,

had a countenance rather gay.

he wanted to go to moon,

but landed swiftly to say,

“past is like a nightmare,

you and I woke -

the future is up in the air,

but there’s hope -

every thing life garden choses

doesn’t always come up roses!

you’re gonna find silver-bullets

to kill what inflames you today.

you must grin, you know!

tomorrow is another day”