Wishes For Tomorrow
A needled wail reeks from his dusky face
while gnawing thoughts keep the moon awake,
praying for grace to ebb the lonely tides
that he blesses another empty night for godly luck--
Out there thin arms recoil …in urgent need
a street child who droops low with hunger …grief.
He dream-walks once more, all the more
to become a youngster along playground of fields
at the soonest time in a place called home,
where life is more than crumbs, where laughter glows
through lithesome family scene… and not a plague:
But wishes tear fast like newspaper rags
when midnights play a broken lullaby--
Till daybreak croons new streak of faith
as gauzy eyes yearn life’s reprieve,
believing wilfully in divine bread …
his morsel, his finest tomorrow called home.
Tomorrow Contest of Edward Ibeh
11/21/2018
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