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)