Tomorrow Is A Long Time Poem by gershon hepner

If only my true love was waitin’ I’d be bold
and tell her not to be impatient, but
I feel she hates it when she’s put on hold,
suspecting that I think she is a slut.
Whenever she declares she cannot wait
I love her for her crooked tail, my heart
a’poundin’ softly, waitin’ for the date
when we no longer will be held apart.

Each call to her’s a deadline that I meet,
but I would rather that a loveline be
the cord that binds us, not by hands and feet,
but hearts, like open highways that are free.
Tomorrow’s such a long time, but let’s wait
until it comes, not criticize the clocks;
once we have passed Control at gates made strait
we’ll tenderly both light our tinderbox.

Ariana Huffington quoted Marlo Thomas to Charlie Rose yesterday, saying that the difference between ruthless men and women is that men are considered ruthless when they are like Joe McCarthy while women are considered ruthless if they put you on hold.

Also inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Tomorrow is a Long Time”

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.