Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PROMISE OF TOMORROW, by CHARLES I. RITTER
First Line: Yesteryear. Thy promise made and broken
Last Line: Hope we dare not desecrate?
Subject(s): Hope; Prayer; Optimism
Yesteryear. Thy promise made and broken.
Joy and sorrow mingle there.
Fragments thou hast left, my only token
O'er which to say my prayer.
Today. Thy promises seem much brighter.
Mayhap because they are new.
Givest thou, or be thou foul blighter
Ere the span of day is through.
Tomorrow. They promise the one most golden.
In thy hands I place my fate.
Bringest thou new hope, in you beholden,
Hope we dare not desecrate?
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