Written 10/25/2026 on the balcony after a thoughtful read of Tropic of Cancer. Coffee and cigar, of course.
tomorrow the world could end tomorrow there could be chaos tomorrow I could be ill why do I worry so much about tomorrow
there could be a new president there could be a new war there could be new sorrows why do I worry so much about tomorrow
tomorrow may not arrive tomorrow is just a hope tomorrow could be a new start why do I worry so much about tomorrow
Written 10/24/2026. My very first poem ever. Outside with a cigar and a café con leche.
the soft wet grass the birds already flying the soft cold air oh, how much I love the mornings
a whole new day a brand new start a great day today oh, how much I love the mornings
I wake up early I use my feet and go on a walk I read and smoke my stogie oh, how much I love the mornings
the mornings are our best friend the mornings bring us joy the mornings I pray return every day oh, how much I love the mornings