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Day 26: Today and Tomorrow Me

After much consideration, I have come to the conclusion,
I am made up of a two personality fusion.
Let me introduce you to the two parts of me.
My Today and Tomorrow Personality.

Today Me is wise and thinks about the future.
Tomorrow Me is lazy and has a good sense of humour.
Today Me knows that tomorrow I must exercise
Tomorrow Me decided watching a movie and not gym is the best choice.

Today Me set an alarm to prepare for the marathon.
Tomorrow Me snoozed and got back into bed with a yawn.
Today Me has decided we are quitting social media, it's done.
Tomorrow Me, scrolling through Twitter told me, one more day hurt no one.

Today Me read an article and decided to amend ways.
From tomorrow, we are eating healthy, no more junk food days.
Tomorrow Me was prepared to act all wise.
When it got distracted by the image of cheesy french fries.

Today Me told me, you are watching too much TV,
From tomorrow, you are reading books, we end this watching spree.
Tomorrow Me smirked and asked me innocently,
Tell me, how do you stop watching when it says, recommended just for me?

Today Me believed the writing challenge would be great
One poem per day should be an easy to achieve rate.
But here's where I think with Tomorrow Me I agree,
Today Me with its lofty dreams, sometimes just has it to easy.



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  1. Pretty much summarizes what is me as well. I would have included "Today" me is a good planner. "Tomorrow" me is a good postponed.

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