Someday
They are thick with rage
and do not understand.
Someday we will forgive.
Maybe tomorrow.
Someday the weary carpenters
will lay down their tools.
Someday we will forgive.
Maybe tomorrow.
Their rage knows no mercy,
and they would have us dead,
but someday we will forgive.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow.
Someday.
by Jeff Weddle
from Poetry Feast