The Man Who Looked Into Tomorrow by S. E. Johnson


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The Man Who Looked Into Tomorrow

by S. E. Johnson

The man who looked into tomorrow
Found no reason to go on,
Standing on the white cliffs,
His desire was all but gone.

To see the time after this time
And the one after the next,
Like reading the last page of a book,
Tis just familiar text.

The man who looked into tomorrow,
Sat down and sadly wept,
Why toil for naught but death,
Or hide from secrets kept.

Why ask the question never asked,
When the answers yours to hold,
To live tomorrow seems a waste,
When time shall make you old.

The man who looked into tomorrow,
Bows his head to close the book,
He waits to catch the final days,
And the liberties he freely took.

His eyes are closed so none can see,
The sadness that he knows,
A cloudless sky is never blue,
Where this silent stranger goes.