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