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Promised Land

© 2013 by Christopher Clymer Kurtz

No need to be uptight about anything tonight;
There’s time tomorrow.
Forget today, over and said,
Too begged and borrowed.

No more counting feathers;
All the hairs on my head are numbered.
So I set limits for my daily grind;
The rat race gets no overtime

Ocean spray across my face,
Footsteps gone without a trace,
Flip flops hanging in my hand:
Dreaming of a promised land.

My life is no box office hit,
Exotic set, eloquent script,
And I’m okay with how things go.

I’ll just cook the supper; I‘ll just bring the money home.
I’Il just weed the garden; I’ll just mow the lawn.
I’ll read to the children; I’ll tuck them into bed.
I’ll pop some popcorn and fill the wine glass in your hand.

The cool of autumn in my face,
Moonlit meadow grass like lace,
Grape clusters in my hand:
Living in the promised land.

No need to be uptight about anything tonight;
There’s time tomorrow.