Yet To Come. Poem by Fay Slimm

The future is often seen with
Apprehension, shortness of breath
That fear of change can disarray,
And grip us, leaving quaking steps
Behind, in which we skulk, lamely.

But if, instead, tomorrow is seen
As potential for stretching, slight
Excitement percolates, enthuses
With feel of subtle warmth, brighter
Then seems the look to future's view.

'The best is yet to come' a proverb
Stressing loss of fear, sagely sound,
Advises assumption, which never
Quickly undone, then tills the ground
With hope which reaps tomorrow better