Eight pm.

   
Tomorrow is but rumour  
yesterday far away.  
I have now, all I need,  
keep the projector running.  
Sit back and watch the play,  
all the world's a stage they say,  
I go with that . . . . . .  
but which to watch BBC or SKY  
Library shelves, super market shuffle  
or through the kitchen window  
glazed and shut, tight closed ?  
Just let me dream, lie back.  
Was there yesterday ?  
if there was and some say yes,  
I let it all go by.