Tomorrow's Dream

Just yesterday the hours filled up with busyness and play that hurry, scurry effort of getting things done each and every moment of the day. First comes spring upon the softest wind then summer followed by autumn rushing in and we wonder why the seasons run as winter sets the time to begin. The years of our youth strained at every unwritten or unspoken truth and in the tempest toss of our early years we look ahead for proofs beyond the laughter and tears. How quickly time erases yesterday and everything we experienced in our midlife haze while on the shelf today never stays and tomorrow seems so far away. We linger in our moments those indescribable feelings and emotional torrents waiting on the dreams and hopes of tomorrow to find ourselves above the joys and sorrows. Tomorrow Contest of Edward Ibeh 11/21/2018