"True Hope"

I sit at the end of a broken day
With the reflections of the sun and the clouds in my eyes
I’ve almost forgotten that I’m still in my youth
As almost everyday seems just as broken and dim as today
And in my early twenties I almost feel as if old age is drawing near
Like father time is laughing at me,
the arms of the clock are mocking my every move with their every move
I have to take time to remember
That it will all come to pass
And many great days await me in a not so distant future
And glorious mornings that follow those great days
Many wondrously adventurous journeys
Every African nation, every European nation
Every Asian and South America
and even some of those of the North American states
All the beautiful women of the world
All the beer, all the wine, all the roller coasters
All the guitar strings,
All the ink covered pages of every book, all the music
All the magnificence, the splendor,
The grandeur, the brilliance, the majesty and the grace
all the poems waiting to be written
Every luminous star in the overcrowded sky
Every moon in every magnetic field traveling around every planet
Every sun of the known and unknown universe
Every meaningful life that I will effect and grow to know
Waits for me to arrive…..