The Life I Lived the Morrow

I shift my thoughts one moment toward.
The life I lived the morrow.
Do not you let my demising chord.
Depict a life of sorrow.

The many hardships I endured.
With the many treasures sought.
It is the true motive that has lured.
That life now lived the not.

That life here told was not as bleak.
It's treasures much more pearly.
The life I still to long to seek.
While my efforts drift less surely.

That life now yonder, all that long.
That still denotes this day.
Those are the days so long.
That enhances this day's dismay.

My aching heart does not covet to face.
The life now lived in sorrow.
It can no longer bear to deface.
The life I lived the morrow.