Poetry

Friday, 28 November 2025

My seven tomorrows

 Seven tomorrows

Are in my soul

Heated the sorrow

The bones of coal

Seven tomorrows

Count them all

One more I must borrow

Before I fall


I wait in the hollow

To hear your voice

Coming down the glen

As if it's your choice

To meet me in the woods

Where we'll live a life in green

But my seven tomorrows

What do they all mean?


I'm given this time

Is it on reprieve?

Am I criminal

Who must hold

My life out on leave

Away from the prison

Where the sun holds the key

Who only unlocks the bars

For me to believe in thee


Seven tomorrows

For my seven sins

One: I heard the cock crow

And followed her in

Two: I wanted more from her

Than I had to begin

Three: I turned black in mood

And turned her away

Four: the green eyed monster stood in my door

Five: I only wanted her

Six: I only ever wanted more

Seven: I lay in bed dreaming of her skin

When the judge comes tomorrow

Will he hang me or turn me loose?

Will the jury be holding the noose?

Will my seven tomorrows lead to her door?

Or will my trials end to come again no more?


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