Tomorrow (Excerpt from the Street Child Book)

 

I'll sit on broken bricks

of dreams i've failed to mould

to bid them the sweetest farewell

while mud-puddling in pools of rue.

Tomorrow 

I'll talk about broken feelings

of yester-days blooming flowers

while walking down the naked streets-

where hearts are hang up on trees

Tomorrow

I'll walk on life's thorny lanes

to feel the pain of yester-years heroes-

see how the sword slit their throats

and their blood rest on history's signpost

Tomorrow

I'll taste the delicious meal of joy

and sip from the warm tea of comfort.

I'll put on a rainbow smiles

to clad my crinkle cheeks.

Tomorrow

I'll clap to the tune of success

while reckoning the days of shambles and crumbles

I'll tell the tale to street kids-

 of how i fetch water to baskets of hope.

But till then...

I'll sit on the crest of my world

awaiting the dreamy morrow.

 

©Iamteazhy

®The Living Legend