Never fear tomorrow,
For it holds a surprise.
The fear of the upcoming,
Trembles me into a burrow.
Who knows what is the price,
When you cannot see the forthcoming.
Leaving for tomorrow,
Immediately at sunrise.
Friends yet returning,
Carrying such sorrow.
Missing our ties,
When I await the homecoming.
Leaving for tomorrow,
Thinking 'til the rise.
So much worth saying,
In the midst of inner sorrow.
Wishing more than twice,
To meet in the upcoming.
Looking at tomorrow,
Visions of past enticed.
A farewell is worth bidding,
Here is tomorrow.
It is time to rise,
With wishful thinking.
by
Reuben Pio Martinez
