Tomorrow

If it were tomorrow, what came before

My life skipped a beat, that day is no more

Where did I go, what did I see

Was it a good day, a good one for me

If I were to wish, for each day to pass

Looking ahead, please go fast

Tomorrow is the new, today is the old

I may pawn it away, my memories sold

If it were tomorrow, today left behind

Was it in vain, was I cruel or kind

Would I be poorer, with yesterday gone

Or simply oblivious, to all I had done

If I were to wish, what would it be

The loss of today, with no memory

Imagine it now, such a beautiful day

Each must be cherished, never sent away

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

It is Better to Hide

Darkness not penetrated, your mask secure

Veiled from truth and fragility

With confidence high, standing tall

Feeling so strong, as you hide

The mask comes off, in solitude

Your castle is safe, none can get through

Don’t look in the mirror, all revealed

Even inside, you must hide

Glance for a moment, what will be seen?

Too terrible, real, who is there?

So weak I see, not recognised

Go now, run, please hide

Why are you here, in my mind?

I do not know you, go

Is that me? Don’t let it be

I will slip back behind, it is better to hide

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

Life in Colour

Dark not light, grey not bright

Is life like that, all of the time

Some see it black, some see it white

Some with the grey, bringing the night

There are doers and thinkers, nearly men

Always the same, throughout all of your friends

I would have and could have, are what they say

Life slipped them by, in every way

But some see the colours, wonderful and bright

They are vibrant and glowing, with life and light

A depth so deep, that you cannot see

But they can dream, in wonder and believe

Their eyes are open, so wide and true

For they are the ones who bring life, not you

I dare you to join them, set yourself free

Are your eyes open, be alive like me

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

A Glimpse

There is life all around him, gleaming, teaming

His eyes open in wonder, a bird, a snail, a butterfly

Innocence shines in his smile, in his eyes

He looks on, just watching, not daring to move

Is he a part of this, nature at work?

He stands and wonders, in his awe and naivety

They told him of God, is this his doing?

It cannot be he thinks, there must be much more

It is living, connected, moving as one

Vibrant and flowing, vast and great

Is this the first time he has opened his eyes?

He feels suddenly so small, not tall

Mother is calling him, breaking the spell

Slowly, slowly, he retreats from this place

He has glimpsed for a moment, looking within

Time for tea now, turn the TV on

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe