And What Of Tomorrow Poem by Mary Fumento

Yesterday's memories, tomorrow's dreams
Where have they gone? What do they mean?
When shadows were short and sun rays long
I had no cares in the world - I belonged
My life was easy, and my mind was free
Never a thought of what was to be

Today as I stand on the dawn of my eve
Doubt haunts the corridors of what I believe
What was given by word, how can it be true?
Is anyone right or know what to do?
Troubled and puzzled, I begin to wonder
What has happened to my world of splendor?

I feel lost and alone, an orphan to the race
If this is my home, where is my place?
I used to be content, at the peak of life
Now I am disheartened and surrounded by strife
The shroud of sadness falls long and gloomy
The world seems to have nothing for me

If today is so futile, just another day
If my outlook only comprises looking the other way
A way that is easier, safer and blind
If I only help myself and not mankind
Then what of tomorrow where the walls have hidden doors
Where shadows are full and doubt scuffs the floors

I will need my hope to give me fortitude
My few dreams must become multitudes
With these I can lighten the darkened halls
And see far beyond these troubled walls
Tomorrow is not just another day or dream
It lives and glows like a warm sunbeam

Tomorrow is a star that shines bright and tall
To lead to a better day when darkness falls

(1983)