Tomorrow

The day is dry
The damp has fled
My lungs still cry
But I move ahead

The wind blows strong
The sun does shine
My strides are long
Exercise is fine

I ride my bike
I jog the trails
Like flint does strike
— good for what ails

And now to rest
And breathe so clear
I gave it my best
I stand and cheer

I hesitate
My joints still scream
I tempt not fate
It’s all a dream

When morning strikes,
I’ll feel strong
I’ll ride my bike
And jog trails so long

Mañana en la mañana
And so I sing
My new mantra
— what tomorrow will bring

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