Tune In Tomorrow
When you go into a theater,
To stumble to your seat,
You hear the music starting,
And know you’ll have a treat.
That is just exactly,
The way I feel each day,
When morning has arisen,
And birdsong starts to play.
The shuttered light is showing,
The screen attracts my eye,
The scrolling credits roll across,
A brightly colored sky.
As every day the show begins,
I sit back and enjoy,
The special scenes and music;
The methods they employ.
Who would have thought a cricket,
Would be a music source?
Yet when the light goes down again,
The stars are shown, of course.
They wryly wink, and stately stroll,
Across the up-built stage,
Where generations of my folk,
Have watched throughout the age.
Somewhere there is a Writer,
Producer and much more,
I’m tuning in Tomorrow.
Who knows what lies in store?
NicknamedBob . . . . . March 23, 2008
Oh, thank you, Bob! Your poetry says more than you know.
Did you ever compile the poems to put them into a volume? I’m still waiting for that.
Thank you, Bob!