Tomorrow's
In the foothills of our dreams.
Life's challenge,
Is never what it seems.
Though the path, is never clear.
We travel along its length,
Full of bravado, without fear .
Until midway, and thence......
We begin to realise,our mortality.
Slow the pace, that was a race.
To hold,the moment the sun sets
In case we fail to see the dawn.
Memories full of yesterday's ,
And today's .....
Giajl © Jim Love