Poetry was my first love. I wrote my first poem when I was 8. And now, every time I can manage to express myself in few sentences that rhyme, what I end up with is a feeling of pure, unadulterated joy.

Scarlet O’Hara is perhaps the one fictional character I admire the most, and who helped shape part of my character at a very young age. Granted she has her flaws, vanity being the biggest one, and lack of maturity on occasion, but I love the strength of her character, her resilience, her determination. And the one thing that has always stuck with me through the years is her “tomorrow is another day”. Finally, I have a poem to honor this life lesson.

No, I don’t long for yesterday to come back,

For yesterday would lead me back to today.

Sometimes today is a hard place to be,

I just want today to go away.


       I long to see the sun of tomorrow,

      Tomorrow might be a better day.

       Tomorrow the pain might disappear,

       And all the hurt might fade away.


Tomorrow – it is a place of promise,

Tomorrow – it is a place of hope;

Tomorrow the memories will be weaker,

Tomorrow I’ll have more strength to cope.


        And just like that tomorrow comes,

        And just like that it turns to today.

        So once again I long for tomorrow,

        And hope that this time it will stay.


Although tomorrow never really comes,

It’s what makes the world go ‘round.

The hope, the promise carry us on,

Through all the hard todays that abound.


       Oh life! You are beautiful indeed,

       Through high and low, through joy and sorrow.

       Most days, I live for today,

       But when I can’t, you give me tomorrow.