TOMORROW
Tomorrow
we are
bones and ash,
the roots of weeds
poking through
our skulls.
Today,
simple clothes,
empty mind,
full stomach,
alive, aware,
right here,
right now.
Drunk on music,
who needs wine?
Come on,
Sweetheart,
let's go dancing
while we've
still got feet.
— David Budbill
When the music's playing,
I hope you're dancing;
I hope you crank up the volume,
kick off your shoes,
and have the time of your life!
~ Oprah Winfrey
Love/Life Poems
