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