Tomorrow's Hands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tomorrow's Hands
Racing down the tracks, leaving the past behind and
focusing on the future in tomorrow's hands.
Listening to the piercing whistle of the lonely train
chugging through the night, taking all the baggage
away and tossing it off, leaving an empty car filled
with hopes.
Faith guiding their way into sides of long-sided walls
of canyons, echoing throughout the world and
culminating in life.
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