This morning’s poem I’m going to write The day before it’s due; But will that make it yesterday’s Or this day’s poem for you? Mindful of the quandary I’ve placed in front of you; Consider for a moment Which daily poem you view. If it’s really yesterday’s To you it then denies A timely piece of poetry To set before your eyes. But if today’s it truly is Then one cannot deny A prescient poet I must be; A fortune tellin’ guy. The latter being closer to The truth that I now hold; For I have seen the future And the future have foretold.