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Tomorrow - LBC Post

I've been meaning to rejoin my friends at the Loose Bloggers Consortium for our weekly post.  The problem is that last week's topic was 'Goodbye'.  It didn't inspire me at all.

This week's topic is 'Tomorrow'.  Now I'm just going to sit back and let the inspiration start flowing.

TOMORROW      (by gaelikaa)

Tomorrow I'm going to change my ways
Improve my life, improve my days,
I'll keep my stuff all up to date,
No more will I procrastinate.
I won't be late, I'll be on time,
Fix those annoying habits of mine,
Be more productive, organised,
As I have always been advised.
But just right now, I'm feeling tired,
Not really feeling much inspired.
So I shall sleep, on rest catch up
And wake up feeling all fired up.
Tomorrow!  

Yes, there's always tomorrow, isn't there?  Scarlett O'Hara was right.  Tomorrow is another day.  Full of hope and possibilities.

For some strange reason, tomorrow never comes for some people.  Strange isn't it?

Something odd about the Hindi language.  My husband's language The word for 'tomorrow' and 'yesterday' is exactly the same.  'Kal'.  The trouble with 'kal' is that it's always yesterday or tomorrow.  Never now.

Whoever said tomorrow never comes got it just about right, I'd say.

This is my weekly post for the LOOSE BLOGGERS CONSORTIUM.  We are an international group of bloggers, from Ireland, the UK, the USA, China and India and we post on a single topic every week unless one of us has some sort of issue which prevents us from posting.  We are, in alphabetical order, Delirious,  Grannymar,   MaxiMariaSF,  Padmum,  PaulRohitShackmanThe Old Fossil and Will.  If you like this post, go and visit my friends too and check out their take on this fascinating topic!


Comments

  1. Nice to see you back here and a nice way to restart. I hope that the list sees tomorrow.

    My post said Tomorrow never comes. There, I am some people.

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  2. Ramana, you are not just 'some person'. You are my brother....especially chosen.

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  3. Tomorrow is indeed another day if you make it. No guarantee there. But without hope, life would certainly be a serious drag - LOL

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  4. You're right there, Shackman. Nothing surer....

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  5. Ha ha, great poem! YOu hit the nail on the head for me. :D

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  6. God is love!

    Catholic blogwalking

    http://emmanuel959180.blogspot.in/

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  7. Good to see you back blogging with us, I hope there will be many tomorrows with you joining us!

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  8. Thank you Grannymar. Nice to see you over here again, after a long time.

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  9. Maria, may the next topics inspire you as this one did! And may you find inspiration where none initially exists. It is good to have you back!

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  10. Hi, Old Fossil! How very nice of you to drop in and what a nice, positive, encouraging comment you just gave, bless you. Oh, I'll be back next week as usual, for sure.

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  11. Oh, and in case Emmanual decides to drop back in: Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I know God very well, thank you very much. If you'd like to encourage people to read and follow your blog, I suggest you contribute to the comment box conversation in a meaningful way, because meaningless comments come under the general heading of 'SPAM' and unfortunately, that's not the way to get followers for your blog.

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  12. This was a lovely poem that describes me well!

    Probably its best in the long run to always look forward to another day and to make the most of this one! No good worrying about what has already happened.
    Strange about Kal!
    Maggie x

    Nuts in May

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  13. Thanks for stopping by, Maggie May. I really do think 'kal' is a strange thing indeed.

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  14. Love your poem, Maria. Gives one pause that's for sure. Hope you're doing okay.
    blessings ~ maxi

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