Present

What better to present thee
than my equably passing present
Life’s made to wait at my doorstep
while i wait at thine, hopeful
of hearing thy eager footstep
Tick tock does the clock remind
knock knock do I, where ye reside
Open thy paths to this poor consort
Disown not, thou hopes do i fall short
Keeping eyes on the hopeful morrow,
the joyful now do thee borrow
Morow remains yet another now
that ye shalt fail, only to find sorrow
Until ye walk away from dreams
that haunts of an uncertain offing,
thou shalt become that lazy arrow
that forgot to leave its brilliant bow