Tomorrow No More Todays

I woke up about 1245 am this morning from a very sad dream. A young man in his 20’s was in his backyard singing a beautiful gripping sad song. He had just finished arguing with his young wife. His dying son heard their fighting and the father was singing what the son said to his mom. I tried to write down what I could remember. Very sad…

Tomorrow No more Todays By Claude P. Bowie, Jr. June 9, 2009

Please pray for me mama I can’t go on this way. Promise me tomorrow, There’l be no more todays No more fussing and fighting. I’m so sick and so weak and can’t run away. Please hold me. Please tell me That Tomorrow, there’l be no more todays. I won’t be here long. I may leave today. Can’t we be happy, And not hurt anyway? Please pray for me mama. Please hold me. Please tell me Promise me tomorrow. There’l be no more todays.