FUTURE

The past is present always with us mend it how we will
the tears are never sewn enough to last the wind all days

The footprints remain where we once stepped upon the sill
our feeble minds the visions failed to truth tell their own way

We hoped and dream the sentiment that all so want to share
though little difference would it make the failure all around

From moment of breath first this life is oft a dare
the flesh we pay will never way just the promised pound