Handfuls of Tomorrow

Tomorrow-what is tomorrow?
The shortest query of a lifetime
To sit in, waiting for it
And it does!
Like a loyal visitor
Who gives way to any bidding
These futuristic mornings
To wake up and still find the sun
In its proper place of work
The tomorrow thought of
Woven into its proper pattern
In the loom of consequences
Strand by strand
The strand of every day's action
And forms either a majestic
Or unsightly garment
Draped unto us
Near the Seat of Judgment
So these handfuls of tomorrow
Make all the yesterdays
That pass without our knowing