Billy and the extra day

A poem inspired by a title given to me by my friend @SuperEwe

Billy and the extra day

Tomorrows tomorrow
Came and went,
Drowning out tomorrow.
Shrill, but monotonous.

Tip tied through,
By a boy in a mack.
“Don’t be late for supper”
Came the cry.
“We’re having the same as tomorrow.”

Despondent was he,
At time thought lost.
Then he stopped,
Stared,
Realised.
Tomorrow is just an everyday.

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