June 1983

From here

All I see

Is tomorrow

The promised gleam

Of distant years

That calls me on

Now

Is where I pause

Between

Where I was

And where I am

Going

Yesterday

Is naught but a dream

Recalled

Over the years

Tomorrow

Is all that counts

The old mistakes

And ancient ways

Can be forgotten

Are forgotten

I’m a clean slate

Each day anew

To stand hopeful

For tomorrow