I said, “Let’s go to the park.”
You said, “Too much work to do, go!”
I said, “The sun is up, the day is warm.”
You said, “Too much work. Go on, waste your time.”
I said, “It is not my time. There is a play on the green.”
You said, “Tomorrow, I’ll have time to waste.”
I have seen the gifts of the Creator.
In a child’s face, it is there.
I have seen the glories on the Creatrix.
Under the Heaven lit skies, it is there.
I have heard the Mother’s lullaby.
In the laugh of a babbling brook, it is there.
You say, “It is now tomorrow.”
I know. But, the grave is too dark and quiet.