The Trouble With Tomorrow

 

Introduction


The poems on REGRET begin with poem number 7.




1.  The Trouble With Tomorrow

When the world becomes like a ghost town, as we’ve kind of seen with Covid Nineteen,
And shuttered businesses, grounded transport, empty streets and traffic lanes are seen,
I’m reminded of the trouble with tomorrow, because for many out there,
That expected tomorrow doesn’t come, and hence why Covid Nineteen brought fear.

All why when we’re planning for tomorrow, we should still think in terms of today,
Because today could be our last day, and hence why with our life, we shouldn’t play.
Nor with that of others, the quick departure of loved ones catching by surprise,
Those promises of tomorrow often turning out to be nothing but lies.

And so, our tomorrow ending up a ghost town, only what’s left behind, here,
We gone, or a loved one, and why that quality time with them we need to share.
Yes, for our sake and their sake, lest empty streets and traffic lanes be ours or their lot,
Death the greatest lockdown, and busyness and neglect thus acting like some clot,

Self-inflicted stroke.

It can’t be said enough: Make the most of today, not via wine, women and song
(As they say), but by putting those far more important things back where they belong.
Hence why they’ve been saying, “Be kind,” Covid Nineteen having affected us all,
The world but a family, and thus love hoping that you’ll respond to its call.

And even better still, we having FAITH and HOPE, that something that gets us through,
Because things that come today can affect our tomorrow, what we hoped to do.
Shattered dreams all too frequent, and why we must look beyond it all, and savour
Every single moment of each day, as if that day’s done us a favour.

Too oft blue skies, sunny days, pretty blossoms and chirping birds are somehow missed,
Our head down, eyes elsewhere, so many less important things on our “to do” list,
Or money calling, some corporate ladder, or other time consuming thing,
Hence why many of those sad tomorrows seem to have a familiar ring.

And this why when the world becomes a ghost town we appreciate what we had,
And why over the blessings found in each and every day, we should be glad,
And because the trouble with tomorrow is that it doesn’t come for many,
All why each day is saying to love and live now, before there isn’t any.

Yes, three score years and ten, the Good Word says, some living longer, and some lesser,
All why before walking out the door in the morning, please cuddle and kiss her.
Visa versa going without saying, and don’t forget those kids of yours too,
And that smile and friendly word for all you pass, thereby taking love with you.

By Lance Landall


This poem and the following poem was prompted by Covid Nineteen.
For poems about Covid Nineteen, see my page Planet Earth.





2.  Who Pressed Pause?

Yes, suddenly the world has paused, it not about money anymore, but us,
Those all too easily forgotten passengers on life’s ever hurtling bus.
Thus we’ve deeper things to ponder on now, like life’s shortness, or how it’s cut short,
And how for far too long the less important, or even wrongful, has been sought.

Covid Nineteen a wake up call, we forced to stop and think, which we’re not used to,
Too much distracting the eyes, deafening the ears — yes, much that one can see through,
The hollow, the temporary, even destructive, taking up our time each day,
We far too caught up, and some bone idle, because there’s more to life than just play.

Yes, Covid Nineteen confronting, what most didn’t expect, and nor gave thought to,
Loved ones and pressing issues taking a backseat to what they sought to pursue.
Life taken for granted, just an evolutionary process, though who’d buy that,
Love and the so obvious craftsmanship of creation being where it’s at.

And so, Covid Nineteen returning our focus (hopefully), moving our heart,
Lockdowns and deaths revealing the cruelty and distress of being torn apart;
In other words, shouting that people come before things, and precious is each day,
Personal ambition, monetary gain and joyriding having too much say.

Yes, people need love, people need care, people need time (your time), so much more thought,
And that in turn blessing us, not that which is errantly and selfishly sought.
But such only registering with some come the sad likes of Covid Nineteen,
When the world’s put on hold, and via fearful or anxious eyes, reality’s seen.

One forced to look up, ’cause looking down is where we’re stuck, the cause of the whole mess,
We knowing better, apparently, yet throwing away more and gaining less.
U-turns permissible, and here’s our chance, all why everyone should get on board,
Love turning the wheels of the world, sneering at coldness, stockpiling and the sword.

For too long we’ve treated this world as if it’s ours, rather than being on loan,
Others arriving as we’re leaving, but we having stripped the meat off the bone.
So how can we hold our head high, unless we haven’t been a part of the ill,
Or have seen the light now, ’cause this planet will never be well until we’re well.

So let’s love one another, such not corny but even critical, timely,
We surely seeing this now, and how life’s not just short, but oft cut short, sadly.
And remembering that our tomorrow is shaped by our today, and why I say,
Treat all as precious, mind your focus, and never think to do what doesn’t pay.

By Lance Landall




3.  Treasure Each Day


In this uncertain world where who knows what’s next, we can only live for the day,
A thinking and behaviour that all throughout history has proven to pay.
It not about the big things but the little things, like noticing flowers, say,
Basking in the sun, enjoying the blue sky, and more so after skies of grey.

Oh yes, those loved ones around us, those current blessings we have, oft so many,
Yet overlooked or given little thought to, until there mightn’t be any.
Life unpredictable, often random, all why we should treasure each moment,
There far to many risks and so much loss associated with postponement.

By Lance Landall




4.  Live And Love


Don’t be too busy to live and love, for life’s short and loved ones aren’t immortal,
Hence why every single moment counts, and lest death far too early chortle.
Yes, cleaning, washing, mowing and pruning can wait, but not kisses and cuddles,
Hence why one should even make snowmen out of snow and boldly stomp in puddles.

So,

Don’t be too busy to live and love, for life’s for living and folk for loving,
Hence why midst the cares of life and all our daily duties we should dance and sing.
And we always doting on our loved ones, for others move in when we move out,
Houses houses but people people who should be treasured while they’re still about.

By Lance Landall





5.  That Senseless, Thoughtless Trade


"Don’t trade the thrill of living for the security of existence." Really?
So, you’re prepared to die young, I guess; life great even without thrills, quite frankly.
So who’s saying this stuff? Clearly the reckless, those with a death wish, the duped, I fear,
Who don’t know how to enjoy life without endangering it; sense seeming rare.

At the end of the day, there’s thrills and there’s thrills, and the latter recklessness free,
’Cause if you’re enjoying life, why shorten it? And hey, what about family?
With loved ones comes thought and care, too many of them left hurting ’cause of some thrill,
That selfish, thoughtless trade that so often’s seen to horribly injure or kill.


By Lance Landall






Christian content or degree.

6.  That Failure To See


If anyone knows all about the trouble with tomorrow, it’s God, and so
He informing us lest we get caught by surprise via folly, that age old foe.
Skewed priorities, beguiling distractions and negligence oft aiding woes,
Or leading to that worse case scenario, eternal loss, the blow of blows.

And so, whilst making the most of today, we should mind and plan for tomorrow,
Even dwelling on what’s beyond — Earth a poor legacy, as far as things go.
Yes, three score years and ten (or so), and oft trouble and hardship along the way,
Or one’s life cut short, either by misfortune or that something that doesn’t pay.

And so (and given that God is the God of love), He’s trying to help us see,
Because seeing and heeding can spare us much, both now and eventually.
Whilst making the most of today, we shouldn’t get lost in today, because we
Could get caught out by tomorrow, and for us, what might lie beyond the cemetery?

Well, outstretched arms, hopefully, God welcoming us to Paradise, life anew,
But meantime, a brighter, happier life on Earth, and thus regrets being few.
No loved one taken for granted, no unnecessary pain or injury,
Both wisdom and God having won out, and not ill (through that sad failure to see).

Yes, God’s wanting what’s best for us, both now and later, and hence His warning call,
Those signs of the times, that advice via His Word, and Calvary saying it all.
Oh yes, there’s no love like His, no way that’s better, and no future that’s brighter,
And meantime, courtesy of His loving care, our load or burden much lighter.

By Lance Landall





REGRET




7.  It's Not Until Later


Some of us have done crazy and regretful things that we can’t believe we did do,
That is, now that many years have passed by, and that via wiser eyes we see anew.
Perhaps having grown up, perhaps having sorted ourselves out, and learnt the hard way,
But now, wishing it was all a bad dream, rather than the folly of yesterday.

It seems that when we’re in our youth (even a little older) we’re somewhat blind,
And that it’s not until many years later that twenty twenty vision we find —
Figuratively speaking, that is — and then, like someone who has regained their sight,
We see what we didn’t before, and where there was darkness, now there’s revealing light.

Yes, light that shows the true nature and painful consequences of those self-centred deeds,
And oh, how we regret our foolishness, how our more pure and sensitive heart bleeds,
For not just we are left suffering, but whoever was on the receiving end,
Be they a spouse, a son or daughter, a family member, a stranger or a friend.

If only younger bodies had older heads, far less cause for regret there would be,
But no, it seems that it’s not until later that we finally or clearer see.
And when we do, it’s sometimes with utter disbelief, and terrible pangs of pain,
For certain things we did before, we wouldn’t dream of doing now, and can’t explain.

By Lance Landall





8.  Mind What You Say and Do


It’s sad that it can take almost a life-time before we’ve learnt, and then it’s often too late,
For the damage is done, our energy waning, and troubles and poor health lying in wait,
And we, very regretful, our back against the wall, and old father time ticking away,
All of which then seems to conspire against us, as if wanting to make us suffer and pay.

When all is said and done, it’s all about treating other folk well, and not causing them ill,
For come those twilight hours of our life, and amidst deep reflection, past wrongs may haunt and chill,
Yes, rather than the warmth of much happier memories, and deeds more noble and worthy,
We may feel cold draughts of restlessness and anxiety, and sleep may not come easily.

And we may also be forced to live with the baleful results of our callousness and folly,
Be that via personal scars, or scars we’ve inflicted on others that shout at us daily,
For all that we do and say results in something, be it minor or major, good or bad,
Which, amidst our final years, will leave past years looking beautifully or shamefully clad.

Or to put it another way, such will leave us selflessly clothed or selfishly exposed,
Our conscience clear or pricking, and we, thus either agitated or serenely composed,
For all that we leave behind, either remains behind, or catches up, eventually,
A fact that has borne the test of time — one that rather than later, is better learnt early.

By Lance Landall





9.  And How About You?


I can’t believe the things that I’ve done, it’s as if I’ve been somebody else, and,
Why I’m so full of regret and looking at sorrow that’s always close at hand.
And yes, guilty as charged, my repentance unable to erase or reverse,
For when it comes to ill or foolishness, both are accompanied by a curse.

And so is selfishness, those destructive issues we have that can boil and spill,
And as with selfishness, they returning to bite us after we have shunned ill.
For the moment we err, wheels are set in motion that don’t always come with brakes,
And why we need to mind what we say and do, even those genuine mistakes.

Yes, we may change our direction, become a different person, but oh dear,
How those wheels can keep on rolling in the lives of others pierced by any spear.
For wounds can be deep, and scars cruel and ugly, and they in sight and oft in mind,
And hence why even when we’ve changed for the better, we can’t leave some things behind.

And yes, our distress all the greater given our new found sensitivity,
But better that than remaining where we were and just repeating history.
And why I can’t believe the things I’ve done, I not that fool that I was before,
Though still far from perfect, and thus a work in progress, a boat closer to shore.

And how about you?

By Lance Landall





10.  A Certain Regret


I’ve met some lovely people in my life who I thought were great, but didn’t fully appreciate,
And oh, how I regret such, for now, having matured more, I’m better able to evaluate.
After all, how many truly lovely people come our way? And this why we should treasure them so,
'Cause while many people are nice, less are really lovely people, who truly care and real love show.

And I’ve let a few of them down — wish I hadn’t — 'cause I wish they were still around given I’ve grown,
So regretful of the foolish mistakes I’ve made on my journey, and unfortunate seeds I’ve sown.
Some of us taking much longer to mature, issues and selfishness getting in the way, sadly,
Or that failure to see what we would’ve been better to see, and now do, thanks to maturity.

Not that we ever reach a state that’s free of mistakes, but growth counts for a lot, and helps us to see,
And oh, how much more we need to, 'cause it’s that failure to see — youthful blindness — that mars our journey.
And which can also mar someone else’s, leave an unpleasant snapshot, best forgotten memory,
All of which doesn't serve us well, and a budding relationship can kill, hence why we need to see.

Such is the way it's been for many, who, just like me, didn’t appreciate some who came their way,
Well, not as much as they should’ve, or who jiggered a friendship, which on both sides duly caused dismay.
All why I hope that in the years I've left, and in theirs too, more really lovely people will come along,
'Cause such I’m now able to appreciate more, and will respond accordingly, lest things go wrong.

By Lance Landall


This poem was upgraded 31 January 2020.





11.  Mind Those Years


The truth is, we don’t live long, thought it mightn’t seem so initially, but in time
Up the ladder of age towards that day of departure we invariably climb.
Yes, very slowly at first, until that time when the years seem to gallop, and then
We looking back over that nearly used up quota that’s the sorry lot of men.

And oh, how we often waste those years, one way or another, and enter regret,
But when we indulge in folly, or go light on love and care, that’s just what we get.
And so, we learning too late, having approached that closing gate, it soon to be locked,
And thus we having good reason to mull over that sound advice that we once knocked.

By Lance Landall






12.  I'm Truly Sorry, Dear


I drove the sedan in silence, my thoughts sombre, fretful and deep,
My hands tightly on the steering wheel, eyes fixed, glazed, in need of sleep.
In fact, we both were silent, and hurting very deeply inside,
But even more so my darling wife whose distress was justified.

Yes,

We can suffer nasty blows in this world, a world that’s full of pain,
Misfortune that can physically and emotionally drain.
And amidst those hard knock-down punches and our struggle to arise,
Even feelings for fellow sufferers we’re prone to anaesthetize.

“Would you like an ice-cream?” she asked me, meaning she desired one.
“No,” I replied, so absorbed in self, blind to what I had just done.
Continuing to drive I glanced at my wife, she silent once more,
And the tear that I noticed trickle broke my heart, and at it tore.

Such I have never forgotten — yes, it still haunts me to this day,
To think that I had acted in such a callous, unfeeling way.
It had seemed such a little thing, but to her it had meant so much,
Because I had just denied her what she’d needed, a tender touch.

Sure I was hurting too, locked in grief that kind of paralyzed,
But just how thoughtless I had been, I only later realized,
I cruelly adding to her pain, and hence that solitary tear,
That had slowly trickled and fallen, and shouted, “Oh, callous ear!”

You see, no ice-cream was bought that day, as I’d just continued on,
And thus that opportunity that I’d had to cheer her was gone.
A fleeting moment when love required that there and then I act;
Oh, how deeply I wish now that my “No” I could somehow retract.

It wasn’t just an ice-cream — oh no — it was so much more than that,
Something that she’d sorely needed at that moment where she was at.
And so, I had hurt the one I loved, my own pain making me blind;
Oh, thoughtless heart, how I curse thee, for you’re the blight of humankind.

By Lance Landall


This older poem (which was previously titled I'm So Sorry) was upgraded 20 January 2018.





Christian poem or degree.


13.  RESET


Too many of us fret over wasted years and past mistakes, we bemoaning what could’ve been,
And feeling that we’ve not achieved this or that, or been hard done by, we tired of some old routine.
Or we nursing past wounds that spoil the present and mar the future — and this, all so pointlessly,
Rather than us making the best and most of things, and we, looking forwards to eternity.

And,

The latter being the whole point — reason for joy! — 'cause despite a wasted, messed up or pain filled life,
We’re going to get another one, a brand new one, it free of pain, regret, heartache and strife.
All why it sort of doesn’t matter if we’ve ruined this one, or if others have ruined it for us,
And hence why we should just throw ourselves into helping others and faithfully serving Jesus.

And you know, that’s exactly where true happiness is found, and how we notice our pain far less,
'Cause our thoughts are lost in others, and our focus outward rather than inward, which God can bless;
And the reason why being: Because such opens the door to possibilities and brighter days,
'Cause what goes around comes around, and rather than surly clouds, we basking in heavenly rays.

Yes, there’s no question that our response-cum-attitude to any negative thing makes or breaks,
And that our fretting and stewing just opens that old oven door where more misery soon bakes.
And as I mentioned, all so pointlessly, 'cause this isn’t the only life we’re going to get,
And hence why it’s far better to move on, make the best and most of things, and forgive and forget,

And this, while losing ourselves in others and faithfully serving Christ, who soon, will press RESET.

By Lance Landall