There's Always Tomorrow

Well.

You are nineteen years young.

As strong as an Ox,

but content as a flower.

Happiness is what you bring,

sadness it what you fear.

 

Today we sit, the days getting long.

You wave at the day,

happy but also sad.

What are you going to do on this day?

You just sit, sigh, and wait.

 

I am only fourteen years young, thriving with curiosity,

but mature and fair.

I envy your optimism, pleasant as you speak.

You look so bright and calm,

But empty I see your eyes.

 

I am young and bold, but just as smart.

I say I waste the days,

 with nothing to do.

The same routine, I can only despise

but you can only disagree.

 

“I could pick up and leave, never to return”

You would say.

“Why don’t you?” I question.

You laugh before a whisper

“But where would I go?”

 

“It hurts me to be so young but gone,

nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

I walk to walk the clouded sky

And breathe the midnight air.”

You just smiled

 

“It hurts me to be so young” you started

“Where would I go? What would I do? What should I do?”

You sounded beaten, lost and confused.

You were lost

 

We are so different,

but we see eye to eye.

We envy each other, but are madly unsure:

Which gift is better? How would we know?

We, were both lost.

 

The sun went to bed

and the midnight air awoke.

“We will be lost tonight” I said dully.

You smiled and replied

“We always have tomorrow.”

Reviews

[Lydia]

I love this! Excellent job. I really like the dialogue and the last line is beautiful.