So time flies
And part of the past is recorded in history
While the rest, all gone, forgotten
So just like the fly that just passed by
Time would fly and today would be no more
The joy and the sorrow
Those moments that we borrow
They all would be gone
Just like vapor amidst the air
Invisible to the plain eye
Yes, tomorrow we both will join the singers of old

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

Ours would be not just a song but a testimony
But farther than the right is from the left
Is this all promising tomorrow from ‘this today’
For yes, tomorrow may never come
And today may be longer than the 24 hour ticking clock
But still, this I know
That no pain lasts forever
So while I wait for this all promising tomorrow
I invite you to join me and say
It is well with my soul

By Kwame Obeng

STEPHEN OKERAKU OBENG (KWAME OBENG) is a Ghanaian poetry and story writer. Since his childhood, Kwame has been a big lover of fictional love stories and has resorted to writing, to promote the course of love in real life.

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