Young Man

walking in daze

tell me your name.

young man.

head held down

tell me your name.

young man.

why do you stroll so?

stagger so?

is it because your feet

stencil their pain in concrete?

young man.

tell me your name.

“Tomorrow.”

Young man,

walking in daze.

young man.

head held down.

young man.

keep your head up.

“I’ll try,” you say?

Don’t know if my words help,

they too are words

etched with breath

that also feels pain.

Young man.

tell me your name.

“Tomorrow.”

Is that why your head hangs low

because of tomorrow?

is that why you stroll so

because of tomorrow?

don’t know if you’ll see

tomorrow’s reflection.

Tomorrow.

-BJT