by Brian Francis
The bell has rung for yesterday.
Its time has passed, its sun has set,
memories have begun to fade.
Tomorrow’s promise intrigues
calling us on, to conquer the day,
to feel the sun upon our face,
to remember the here and now,
living with every measure of grace.
Posted on 01/01/2019
Copyright © 2019 Brian Francis
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/02/19 at 03:47 PM|
A healthy, optimistic approach, Brian. Thanks for this.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/09/19 at 04:38 PM|
Brian, your lovely poem captures the essence of the midnight song sung so many millions of times over the years, but it also places us in the now open facing the future. I really love this piece. Thanks my friend.