What Will Tomorrow Bring
His hands are folded softly in his lap
To better handle troubles bearing down.
Fortuna comes, but will she pause to rap,
To offer balm or ease a troubled frown?
To better handle troubles bearing down,
He rises up and makes a solemn pledge
To offer balm or ease a troubled frown
For those, like him, just sitting on the edge.
He rises up, and makes a solemn pledge.
Still wondering, what will tomorrow bring
For those like him, just sitting on the edge?
A peace will come with fear in shackled rings.
Still wondering. What will tomorrow bring?
Fortuna comes but will she pause to rap?
A peace will come! With fear in shackled rings
His hands are folded softly, in his lap.
What Will Tomorrow Bring?
By: Dean Wood
6/8/2017
Pantoum
1st Place
Pantoum Form: What Will Tomorrow Bring Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017
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