The Outlook for Tomorrow


One kind of loss is much the same
As any other—things change
And often not for the better.

We grow old and remember
What was here—our hearts long
To visit those who've gone ahead.

Not that something new of interest
Never comes along—there are always
Fresh developments and progress made.

The difficulty lies in the piling up
Of sorrow—including each goodbye
In the outlook for tomorrow.


©2019 Michael Fraley




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