This Future of
Mine
B.
Suddenly it strikes me
That my future is as
Uncertain as the contours
On the face of a friend
I have never seen before
Yet is walking with me
Into the recesses of the night
At every lamp post
I try to search his face
But he seems unwilling
And remains something of a
mystery.
Perhaps the morning
Has to come and reveal it all
But what I am afraid is that
It may dawn all of a sudden
And catch me unprepared
To see what may well be
Not a very likable face.