Always Tomorrow

I never gave my life to you
and now I wish I had, itís true.

I never let you all the way in.
But itís against ourselves we sin.

I was never able to let go.
I never opened up, although

we sit here at the breakfast table
correct, considerate, affable.

If I could, Iíd dynamite
the hell in which weíre so polite.

Perhaps, even now, itís not too late.
I almost speak, but hesitate.

Thereís always tomorrow. It can wait.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Tom Vaughan  would be pleased to hear them.