I do the <br />Drudgery of life, <br />Make notes, <br />Yawn, <br />Trudge through my day <br />With no purpose. <br /> <br />But with evening <br />Comes reason, <br />Fulfillment and smiles. <br />Every word that you say <br />Makes me beam and hope <br />For the next and the next. <br /> <br />And the world lessens <br />It's tyrannical grip on my soul <br />And we laugh <br />And tap the keys of life. <br />I'll make it through tomorrow <br />To speak to you again.<br /><br />George Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-make-it-through-tomorrow/
