FUTURE TENSE
The old girl lay sleepless in her bed,
Eyes staring through the dark,
Fretting at a future she couldn’t see,
Worrying at the hours and days and weeks
That lay before her.
Sleepless, she sighed again and again
‘If only I knew what the future will bring.’
Until the future, hiding behind the door,
Listening keenly, stepped in.
Picking up two particularly heavy days,
It smacked them round her head.
‘That’s one thing,’ it said.
Then selecting an especially lovely
String of hours,
Gently laid them round her neck.
‘And that’s another,’ it said.
‘Now, before I go, is there anything else
You want to know?’
‘No,’ the old girl whispered, shaking her head,
Turning quick and over in her bed.
‘If it’s alright with you,
I’ll look at the stars instead.’
‘Good thinking,’ the future said.
© 2017 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Fear not for the future Gwen, nor the E-Mails, enjoy the present and those you need not e-mail, and sleep well tonight!
Best fishes!
S.
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That’s a lovely comment! I do appreciate it, especially now, when we are both under the weather with bad colds. I’ve been
rereading a few of your Posts and found them every bit as interesting as on first reading. I hope you’re keeping well and
coping with all your troubles. Thanks again for being so encouraging.
Gwen.
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Thank you Gwen,
You are the only one who goes there and you are precious to me for that.
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Yes, best to look at the stars! Hope you are well!
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Getting better every day! Thank you so much for asking. The stars here are splashy and fabulous!
Gwen .
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