A day a week a month a year
So funny how we measure out
I’m moving there and now I’m here
Tomorrow’s good without a doubt
And yet the future is unsure
To measure time is meaningless
For no one knows what lies in store
A burden equal cursed and blessed
And so we wend our future ways
Uncertainty along the road
But I will have my happy days
And that will help to ease my load
I hope that you will walk with me
For you’re the happiness I see


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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