A future to remember
It rained in the night
and today has dawned
dull and unpromising
there are murky puddles
in the street where a few
deposits of sunlight have gathered
I can’t quite see my face
in any of them
My mind goes back
to a day when as a boy
I was sitting
on the front door steps
thinking to myself
that I’d like a future to remember
Has it really
come to this ?
Last Friday I cut
through the woods :
there were young children
playing on the grass
I saw two swallows fly overhead
but couldn’t tell if
they were heading south
I’ve known these woods
since my early school days
and over the years
many trees have fallen
and many risen again
but it all looks
the same to me
At night
when I close my eyes
I dream of love
and how that might make
for a future to remember
above all else
John Lyons