Tomorrow


I lean over the counter and order a coffee and some memories to go
Outside the window a pole is crowded by an unkindness of ravens
I leave all the places I've visited and never say yes only no
I wish I had a place to call my home like so many have havens

Only moving backwards and refuse to look ahead
My solitude tells me that I belong to a murder like a crow
I will not continue to a place were all is dead
I hope by leaving I will help some things to grow

As I drink my coffee in the village of yesterday
For a moment I let my heart and my gaze stray
I guess I will always wish I could one day your heart borrow
But I promised myself I never go back to the town of tomorrow




Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-01-18 at 20:41

Tags Regret  Fear  Tomorrow 

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Zoya Zaidi
It is to the town of tomorrow, you should go,
Town of yesterday has nothing to offer to you,
For nostalgia my friend is a thing of past,
It deters you to look ahead and your eyes are cast,
Forever in regressive mode of the past!

(((An excellent piece my friend of the past))))))
(((((But look into future and you'll have a blast)))))
((((((((Hug, dear Peter, this time at last!))))))

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-02-24


penfold18
I really liked this peter, once again check out the lack of punctuation it deters from an othrwise excellent piece of work :-))
2006-01-20