Tomorrows- a poem

AS the morning wakes my day,

I clear my eyes to see,

The paths and treasures that await

With possibility.

THE steps are calling gently still

For what tomorrows hold.

A peaceful sound with memories,

As future plans unfold.

AND as I step upon the stairs,

Tomorrow comes in view.

With still more beauty yet to find,

As life comes shining through.

Retm