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)
Watch these pages for more poems by Tom.
In the meantime, click the links below for
poems and stories by our other authors.
My Pet Peggy
Submit A Poem
The Butter Churn
And.......for many others, click the index image.
Graphics by Marilyn