Tomorrow

TOMORROW

All that matters is tomorrow

To see that light again show – while -

We smooth away the forehead furrow -

Watch your child wake to a smile.

The rhythm of repeating day

Reminds us only that this great machine

Is geared fortuitous to let our play

Be written of, remembered, and seen.

And that tomorrow you and I will never see

Belongs again and more to those who we

Must tell the story to, to keep -

This strange unlikely tale of us alive and true –

- and maybe sometimes - get your child to sleep.

All that matters is tomorrow

To see the light again show – while

We smooth away the forehead furrow -

Watch your child wake to a smile.