A Curve Ball Only Goes So Far Poem by Bryan Taplits

Too little-
though I see it now
But too late, unfortunately,
My past does not beam but scowls-
And there's nowhere
I can flee.
No matter how much I stretch my eyes
to view the life I've lived,
The demons there are everywhere
Any good times sputter-
like water through a sieve.
But hark-let me examine-
from a past that first looked so dark,
If I view again, some times seem a friend
They no longer seems so stark.
Fortuitously!
No longer am I such a gloomy mess
And no longer am I in sorrow,
I see God's gift and I have no fear
- I see it clear-
I think I'll name it 'Tomorrow.'