Till The End Of The Day

in #poetry5 years ago (edited)

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
down all the days of life
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
the wind cuts me like a knife

Age has caught up with me
no longer in my prime
but I will always reach for the firm white fruit
hanging from the vine

I will always reach for it
I'll strain, I'll howl, I'll gasp
I'll reach and reach, and strain and strain
I'll struggle till the last