Till Then

Wars of words
Mind at ease
Pen like sword
Around I felt the breeze

Held my pen to write
Swiftly my hands moved
Inspired in the dark night
When I saw tomorrow like a dove

Stood there the mystery
Have tried hard to discern
Floating in my memory
To everyone a great concern.

Crawling of the morning
Gradual ebb of the night
Faces to the sun smiling
Roars in the moonlight

Remains the hope of all
Opportunity to fail
A chance to stand tall
Tomorrow predict the fall

Weeping for the dead
Who knows who’s next
The day we will be dead
Inscribe in a text

Each step taken
Tomorrow holds the key
And all we’ve been hauling
Waits for all to see.


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