Another tomorrow!

Today is not yet over
Tomorrow is a new ball-game
Tomorrow's daylight
May or may not be the same.

It's a vicious circle you say
and carry on each day
And wait and wait for a change
for a colder summer
for a different May.
You know it's unlikely
Coz life's full of irony
So here we move on
with our burden of grey
So here we live again
before getting back to the ashtray.