A Brighter Day

As I sit here in this dark, empty, vast place that is my present,

I wonder when this existence of mine will become a gift.

My heart bleeds out for love and happiness,

And the tears running down my cheecks try to dilute it softly.

With money in my hand for a brighter day,

I will no longer feel shallow and hollow but purposeful.

I could then see the sun reflect off my smile,

As I stare back at it with rememberance.

My future is not promised and I do know this,

Because today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

So with this in mind, this money is not for my future,

But for encouragement and comfort for the present.