Thursday, September 3, 2009
What do you do about tomorrow,
When you're not so sure of today.
All the dreams you had when young,
Are gone or fading away.
Is it too late to dream again,
Of a future bright and clear.
One that, ensures this time,
No worry, pain or fear.
I'd like to think the answer, no.
Time makes no difference at all.
When one falls or gets delayed,
You dust off and get up from the fall.
Thoughts and words so wise and smart,
You would think it an easy go.
Not for me it never seems,
There is no quid pro quo.