Forgetting past eons, listening to echoes of tomorrow, <br />with eyes on the future. <br />Standing for recriminations no longer happening, as <br />slates are wiped clean for new destinies in another <br />land of peaceful contentment. <br />Reaching into depths of abysses, seeing blank looks <br />from seething whirlpools of non-education. <br />Relying on footprints disappearing from the sand, <br />relentlessly holding on to threads of hope, while <br />living a silent existence, forgetting past eons and <br />listening to echoes of tomorrow, eyes now on the <br />future - education on the horizon of heaven.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-of-tomorrow/
