Tomorrowland

 

I know I’m old and stupid

Fell in love too much while I was young

And now rising is hard

 

To hope

To dream that what I believed

Was magic still

Might cast the spell

 

It might, you know

The color and the lines of love that

Make imagination and

Might make it real in time before

I resign

 

To what is dry and normal

Everything illustrative surrendered

To the age in mind of

Dust for aspiration

Of remembrance and renewal

 

Rather make for a

Place of once and future joy

 

C L Couch