Talking with a Friend

Tomorrow, by the time it gets here,
is no longer tomorrow, but today.
I can’t remember what’s happening now,
I just hope the past doesn’t go away.

The only thing I can recall,
is how things used to be.
I just don’t understand the changes,
I don’t fit in and that worries me.

But I found a friend who talks to me,
And we talk about the past and reminisce.
It is good and he understands,
about all the things I miss.

I love to talk about family,
for now, I remember all their names.
And when we have a family gathering,
I still remember how to play some games.

Cards are much more rusty,
I haven’t played in so long.
I’d be embarrassed to sit and play,
Everything would probably go wrong.

There is no magic pill to change a life,
and bring back all that is lost.
But if there was, I’d surely pay,
whatever might be the cost.

One day it will finally happen,
across the earth from land to land.
The final trumpet blast will sound,
and all who know Him will understand.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
the fight for justice and liberty.
All will bow before the King,
for all eternity.

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