Maybe tomorrow will be better
And my dreams would not be shattered,
Perhaps I’ll stop saying maybe
Thinking through a bottle of whiskey ,
Even when I’m playing blind
And do not like what I find.
I must have the power to believe
Life is to be lived
And tomorrow would not be like today
Nor today as it was yesterday,
Everything depends on me
To stop thinking “maybe”
Adrian B 
Nice poem Adrian thanks for posting it.
I Thank you Ted for liking and reading my post. All the best to you and your family my friend.
Good for you. This moment is all its own. The best of dreams in the new year, Adrian.
Thank you Dianna. I wish you a New Year with lots of love ,happiness and good health. Regards Adrian.
I couldn’t agree with you more! I also end up quite often saying “maybe”. Well, if that keeps us going, it should be helpful to some extent. Great poem, just like many others!
Than you Inese for your kind words.
Very nice
Thank you very much Nimi.
Tomorrow will be better! 😀
For sure Vonita. Tomorrow it’s always better
nice words! playing blind comes with trust 🙂
For we are taught that we must. Thank you for your nice words Poojycat.