Tomorrow?

The very old and the very young sit quietly and sigh,
Watching a fireplace, ant hill or evening sky.
Waiting as the mainstream passes them by.

Knowing what the other will say, their peace is unbroken,
Much is said without a word being spoken.

How to answer each's questions, what should they say?
Were things long ago so different from today?

Perhaps each knows what the answer for both will be,
"Like as not, we'll have to just wait and see".


Poem Copyright © 1987 H. L. "Hank" Anderson

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