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.