The future is often seen with
Apprehension,
shortness of breath
That fear
of change can disarray,
And grip,
leaving quaking steps
Behind,
in which we skulk, lamely.
But if, instead, tomorrow is seen
As potential
for stretching, slight
Excitement
percolates, enthuses
With feel
of subtle warmth, brighter
Then seems
the look to future’s view.
‘The best is yet to come” a proverb
Stressing
loss of fear, sagely sound,
Advises
assumption, which never
Quickly
undone, then tills the ground
With hope
which reaps tomorrow better
