This could well be the first time I was ever published!

Tomorrow’s Hope

1977 Published in high school literary magazine "Vintage ’77" The Wheatley School. I was 16 and growing up on Long Island, New York.

In evening silence there stood alone,

A great white mountain of winter snow.

And in peaceful times, the birds flew by,

Fulfilling the lives of husbands and wives,

The stormy nights, so cold and crisp,

Were only seen by those who missed:

Another day,

A lover’s kiss,

Children’s cries,

Or some secret wish.

In some bright street there seemed to be,

A great multitude of life’s good deeds.

And in the noise, big cars rushed by,

Delivering the hopes of a grand old time.

The quiet nights, so subtle and new,

Were only seen by those who missed:

Another day,

A lover’s kiss,

Children’s cries,

Or some secret wish.

In hot summer days a park enjoyed,

The old folks’ laughter and the noise,

And in swimming pools, splashing wet and cold,

Bathing beauties swam and dove.

The early nights, lit up by leftover sun,

Were only seen by those who missed:

Another day,
A lover’s kiss,

Children’s cries,

Or some secret wish.

In some mysterious way life carries on,

The chances of tomorrow’s songs.

And in every one’s life, we find ourselves,

Searching for moments of truth and joy.

But when the final evening comes, with open arms,

People still will be yearning for:

Another day,
A lover’s kiss,

Children’s cries,

Or some secret wish.