Tomorrows Greetings
Rivers may swell and bridges may be torn away;
Like the bridges of my emotions,
All is washed away today.
The rain has ceased but the clouds remain;
I hear the cries of the jealous,
That lay crying in vain.
I hear the accusations;
They hinder my departure with their attacks,
But I feel only alienation.
Eyes front I march onward with deliberation;
I am unwilling to look back,
As I repeat a prayer like an incantation.
The clouds have dissipated, the voices have faded;
Attention turns now to the new unknown,
Ahead lay new paths that must be negated.
Time has taken its toll and age can not be abated;
With a hidden endurance long planted and sown,
Perhaps this could be the day for which I have waited.
Rivers have flooded, bridges have burned;
But that's all behind me,
I've new things to learn.
Hail to new frontiers to which I yearn;
Expectations excite me of what it could be,
With my head held defiantly, old habits I spurn.
leonard Taormina
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