HE WALKED INTO TOMORROW <br /> <br />He walked into tomorrow, and he went alone, <br />he walked into tomorrow, the place of the great unknown, <br />did he walk with Jesus, did jesus take his hand, <br />who was it that came to lead him, into the promised land, <br />was it the great savior that we read so much about, <br />did the gates to heaven open, or did they shut him out, <br />who was there to meet him, to lighten up his way, <br />was it an angel with a halo, with a heart so light and gay, <br />one with the golden harp, with those melodious strings, <br />did it set his feet to tapping, like it did when he sings, <br />or did he walk into the darkness, of the place we know as hell, <br />I couldn't tell by looking, at his empty shell, <br />but I listened to the preacher, to the words he so wisely said, <br />that his spirit might have left him, but he really wasn't dead, <br />I knew him when he was a child, I knew him as a man, <br />I knew him, about as well as anybody can <br />I thought about his tomorrow, that would never be, <br />and I realized the sorrow, that was left for you and me, <br />I thought about his lifetime as I shed my tears, <br />and I knew I would remember him, for all my remaining years. <br /> <br /> <br />written by Harry Bryant <br />11/27/2010 <br />all rights reserved<br /><br />Harry Bryant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-walked-into-tomorrow/
