I Can’t wait for tomorrow,
For the sun to shine,
for dew and wet earth,
For me to come out of my barrow.
I can’t wait to wash my face
Stretch my legs,
Clean up my dusty place,
And fresh lillies in the glass vase.
I can’t wait to right new verse,
Read it and rehearse,
Rehearse it so good I could say it in reverse,
Reverse in it could I good so rehearse.
I can’t wait to start a new day,
With a new swag and a new sway,
With a big smile and a new face,
But for now I sleep,
I sleep happy because tomorrow, Tomorrow I Love again.
© Edwin Baru (Read his blog here)
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6 Comments
wilson manyuira
nice work baru and wamathai …its the perfect picture
30 Aug
wilson manyuira
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31 Aug
baru
Thanks wilson. glad you liked it
31 Aug
Orato Kevin
Hey, fantastic poem. Actually captures my mood at this moment. Thanks for the impetus!
1 Sep
baru
@orato we are many in this boat
1 Sep
Wendy
The picture just laminates the poem,the language is so tender,this would make me think twice if i had a noose around my neck at the verge of committing suicide.
29 Dec
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