I look up at the sky and wonder.
I wonder what tomorrow’ll bring.
Will clouds still be white?
Will the moon shine as bright?
Will there still be birds on the wing?
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I wonder, will I be happy
Or sad, like so many I see.
It’s so hard to tell
my future as well,
I wonder what I’ll grow up to be.
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It’s not so much that I worry
It’s more, I think, that I care.
So I look at the sky
Wondering why
And if … we’ll all learn how to share!
~ Penny L Howe 2013
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Thanks for the visit, hope your week is going well for all of you!
~ Penny
copyright © 2013 by Penny l Howe
The Why About This 
Oh, this is very very sweet. And so wise!
Thank you! 🙂
I stop here, to worship with these words !
Beautifully written my dear friend. Have nice day.
Thank you so very much dearest friend. You also a nice evening … and dreams! Much love to you, Penny
Beautiful poem Penny.. lovely words
I LOVE it 😀 And the little boy reminds me a little of my James…
Thanks Richard. I’m so glad my friend! sent with affection to you this day, Penny xx
Lovely! I wonder if there will ever come that day that we can all share peacefully?
Yes, I believe so, I truly do!
Great poem Penny. Tomorrow is and always will be a mystery. We never know what it will bring.
Thank you Alastair! Indeed we do not!
The not knowing is to be looked forward to with both eagerness and trepidation
and perhaps joyful anticipation or fear (covering both sides of the spectrum. LOL
Boredom and fun? 😉
Thank you, pennycoho. It is always a joy when music and poetry meet like that. Gorgeous music, and glad you liked the piece too!
Thank you very much Lara!
Beautiful words Penny. Very nice poem indeed.
Very nice photograph too!
Thank you Paul, very much appreciated!
Great poem Penny. 🙂
Thanks LuAnn, it does look like I’m on a theme though, but I’m really not – as far as I know – lol! 🙂
You’re right it does look like it, but actually the photo is only a few years old! Somethings don’t change much do they! 🙂
AnElephantCant help but notice
Your little laddie is from an earlier era
He can tell by the clothes
But everyone knows
Not to worry Que sera sera
Great poem