Future Memories

I could slink into a cabin

And sink into the peace

Remove all my old habits

and creak against the breeze

Let moss grow on my beard

Sit on the front porch just to tease

The passers-by that hear

Me sing a melody

From where I now sit

I hear the memory

Of stories told with wit

Of stories told by me

It feels like just yesterday

This day that’s yet to be

It is, as the sailors say

The voice of the wind and sea

This day that’s in my mind

Is a desperate plea

A day that I hope soon to find

A day in which I believe


Photo by Annija Jansone on Unsplash

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