The baby's face first opens to the light
Tomorrows on tomorrows lie supine
His eyes are wide with wonder and delight
And twenty thousand days await in line


The seasons come and go with graceful ease
The infant soon becomes a child at play
With winter snows and mellow summer teas
Tomorrows in their turn become today


The world continues spinning out its time
Tomorrows ranks begin to fall away
A future that had once seemed so sublime
Begins to shrink in gradual decay


Until at last upon that final night
When all our debts are paid and filed away
Our hearts and minds and fancies all take flight
Tomorrows have become our yesterday.




  Thomas Vaughan Jones (TVaughanJones@aol.com)

 




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