If tomorrow never comes

and I’ve still not found a way

to do the things I’d like to do

but failed to day-by-day,

I just want you to  know

the dreams that I possessed,

the hopes that kept me going,

the desires not confessed.

 

The dreams I had were simple;

a cabin by a stream,

where flowers rose wildly

near every bank and seam.

A patch of untamed garden

where I could go to taste

fresh berries that I’ve grown,

and none would go to waste.

 

A rocking chair to sit in

beside the river’s flow,

a quiet place where friends would come

where life’s a little slow.

A fireplace to sit near

on cold November nights.

A haven on a mountain top

where we’d gaze upon the sights.

 

If tomorrow never comes

and my goals have not been met,

to dream a dream was enough,

but I’m not done dreaming yet,

for when death comes home to take me

I will have my last desire;

to sing harmony with angels

in God’s wondrous heavenly choir.

 

Susan J.