TOMORROW

                          TOMORROW


In a twinkling I can be
Far away  over the sea
Past today and its history
Climbing higher as I go
Holding to the bands of indigo
To tomorrow on I go
The wizard holds the key I know
Ticking faster the hands sweep by
On toward tomorrow fly I
Climbing higher I must outrun
Each new day before begun
Holding to his cloak am I
He will never let me die
When today grabs me gray and black
He reaches forward  and pulls me back
I hold tightly to his hand
Never going back to yesterland.


                                                            RJ LYONS