I Await the Comfort

I await the comfort Of not worrying in my old age Of not worrying about the cares That cause my hair to gray Someday when time ceases to run down sky And my velvety slick skin transforms into wrinkles Crammed with memories in every crease Grooves that declare the sage in my persona My soul will be as young as the day I put this pen to this paper Indefinitely Souls! Oh desolate souls wishing to be ripe Craving to be picked off the tree of Mortal Wounds and Deserted Dreams To be put into the crust of Eternity Tomorrow is never today, it seems that Potential skipped the memo Hope is the most precious thing in the universe, if used right Someday, if we all pitch in To save souls, to salvage the world Cut all foolish aspirations of the insignificant Ideas and green pieces of paper that buys everything except happiness Love is the wisdom that glues all hearts together Love one another, like brothers, and sisters, of a lesser form Perhaps, maybe someday, I will say “Today, I will not have to worry, once and for all”