Some Day

Some Day
by Vivian Gilbert Zabel

Some day, my love,
         we’ll stand hand in hand,
no pain nor worry
         to tie us to this land.
We shall run nimbly
         as children do,
jumping, skipping
         across seas of cloud.

The toils and trials
         we face each day
will not be ours,
         but will be packed away.
Then you can again
         look at me
through eyes young
         enough to clearly see.
I’ll touch your face
         with fingers
no longer gnarled
         or twisted with age.

Some day, our treasure
         of teeming joy
shall not be
         tempered or spoiled
with earthly
         trouble or despair.
Memory will not
         any longer matter,
for our minds
         shall be as new.

Some day, ah, yes,
         a thought even better,
we will never
         have to say adieu.