AFRAID OF TOMORROW
I am afraid of tomorrow, of what it might bring
Of a hunger for things unseen, yet unknown
A feeling that something interferes with your thoughts, your plans
That something watches, waiting for you to mess up
Take the wrong road.
Spend too much time on things that go nowhere.
There are days when the world around you
Feels as though it is made of treacle
Each step you take, your feet gather more of the sticky stuff
Until you feel as if you are wearing lead boots.
Tomorrow comes; the sun shines through your window
Birdsong filters through your sleeping mind.
Today you believe in angels
You put the lead boots in the cupboard
Open the window and let the new day in
Let the soft summer breeze carry yesterday’s dark thoughts away…
Anita Dawes
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I just finished reading Secrets and put a review on Amazon and Goodreads.
This is an amazing review, Janet. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts!
You’re very welcome. Thorpe Park reminded me of our first visit there in 1979 when we were expecting our first baby – we got cheap tickets because it wasn’t ‘finished yet’. Then it was going to be an educational park on English history there was a viking boat and a signing of the Magna Carter – not a lot else, but still we imagined taking our children on a romp through history. By the time they were old enough to go there it was all rides! I did like the farm but I believe that’s gone now.