Future Poem by Paul Reed

The path ahead unmeasured
Like a grey mare's tail in the breeze,
The haze of the future unburdens gradually
Taking us unaware at our ease;

Tomorrow's vast uncertainties
Form shadows across our minds
And, too afraid to hear the truth,
We blink and pull down the blinds;

A sorrowful tear on departing
We can only regret the past
But boundless potential awaits us
Filling the sails on the mast

Propelling our souls forward
Interminably moving us on,
Not hesitating, not faltering in stride
To think about what has gone.