Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

Tomorrow

Oh those candies behind the counter
They look so good
Just out of my reach
I imagine 
My mouth waters
You say maybe tomorrow 

Oh that bike
High handle bars
Banana seat
Just like my friends bike
So very different from my own
My tomorrow never comes

Oh those boots
The smell and feel of the leather
Check out the stitching
Those pointed toes
If only I could wear them tomorrow 

Oh all the things I want
All just out of my reach
Left for you to decide
Your desires satisfied
Mine set aside
You say maybe tomorrow 

Oh I can hardly wait
One day I will grow up
The world will be my oyster
I will decide
I will have my tomorrow 

Oh he is so cute
This gorgeous son of mine
I want the best for him
I can wait for me
I'll give my best today
I can wait till tomorrow

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Timothy Hicks March 13, 2013 at 11:45 PM Endearing! A fine example of a father's love. Being a procrastinator myself, I understand where you are coming from. You gotta take that leap eventually or else you'll be stuck saying "maybe tomorrow". Awesome poem! Richard Lamoureux March 14, 2013 at 7:01 AM Thanks Timothy

Dinda Minardi March 13, 2013 at 12:40 AM Aww very sweet poem. Richard Lamoureux March 13, 2013 at 6:47 AM Thanks Dinda

Eileen Manassian March 12, 2013 at 1:00 PM Richard...this is so so deep. I'm sorry so many of your tomorrows never came for you, but so glad you decided to fulfill the tomorrows of your son. Very endearing write. Bless you. Richard Lamoureux March 12, 2013 at 1:04 PM As an adult my cup truly runs over, mostly in the ways that matter most. Many of my yesterdays had been wonderful todays. I am now doing my best to enjoy all my todays.

Lucilla Carrillo March 12, 2013 at 9:09 AM Richard; This is a great tribute to your dad. That what parents do. their kids come first. We can wait for tomorrow. Richard Lamoureux March 12, 2013 at 9:16 AM Not really a tribute to my dad. He always satisfied all of his own needs. My mom and us kids were left with his leftovers. A bit backwards from the way most parents think.