Tomorrow

Tomorrow we'll walk through the country,
Past fields of golden harvest, to the brook laced with dew.

Tomorrow we'll walk through the city,
Past taverns and teahouses, to pubs smelling of brew.

Tomorrow we'll walk together, hand laced in hand,
And find what’s been missing, sifting through sand.

Tomorrow we'll sit at the pier and look out at the sea.
Tomorrow will be here, just wait and see.

Another day older, another wrinkle to bear.
But tomorrow will soon be here, and I won’t have a care.

Years roll on and children grow up.
Still there’s tomorrow, when we all will find luck.

The winter has come, the wind blows cold.
Where is tomorrow, I’m growing so old.

The day is through, tomorrow will come no more
But yesterday, oh yes, yesterday……

October 2009