Poem: Tomorrow is mine

Tomorrow Is Mine

Tomorrow is mine
said the little man
eyes swollen of joy
his voice soft
like the breeze
and yet steady
as a rock
the smile of one
who knows.

Come take my hand
he bid me
and the birds hum in the trees
they know not
for ours is the time
and I wanted to smile
come with me
he said
tomorrow is mine.

(Copyright: Travelpoems.com. 2002)