Of plenitude and abundance,
Of a lack of monetary concerns,
And the trust in fate and chance.
This time next year I want to be
In a position of certain authority,
More learned than I ever was
And recognized by a majority.
This time next year I need to have
A bond far greater than friendship,
A red-golden hue of the world in my mind,
To look forward to a honeyed trip.
This time next year I must really give
A calmer mind to those who care,
About the future that I haven’t seen,
I must assure them that it’s there.
This time next year I’ll have many a dreams,
And many a rhyme shall float quietly by,
Many a lesson to learn and teach,
Many a twisted routes to fly.
This time next year I’ll look back to now,
When so very little I knew of tomorrow,
And wonder at the wonders of heaven,
That showed me all the paths to follow.
Yet till then, I stand and wait,
Staring at the sky with little fear,
Lost in brightly coloured yesterdays,
And in the thoughts of this time next year..
1 comment:
Beautiful.
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