Tomorrows Greetings

Rivers may swell and bridges may be torn away; Like the bridges of my emotions, All is washed away today. The rain has ceased but the clouds remain; I hear the cries of the jealous, That lay crying in vain. I hear the accusations; They hinder my departure with their attacks, But I feel only alienation. Eyes front I march onward with deliberation; I am unwilling to look back, As I repeat a prayer like an incantation. The clouds have dissipated, the voices have faded; Attention turns now to the new unknown, Ahead lay new paths that must be negated. Time has taken its toll and age can not be abated; With a hidden endurance long planted and sown, Perhaps this could be the day for which I have waited. Rivers have flooded, bridges have burned; But that's all behind me, I've new things to learn. Hail to new frontiers to which I yearn; Expectations excite me of what it could be, With my head held defiantly, old habits I spurn. leonard Taormina