Always Tomorrow

I never gave my life to you
and now I wish I had, it’s true.

I never let you all the way in.
But it’s 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, I’d dynamite
the hell in which we’re so polite.

Perhaps, even now, it’s not too late.
I almost speak, but hesitate.

There’s always tomorrow. It can wait.

Tom Vaughan

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