Write a Poem by Eric Sparks

Write a poem and maybe tomorrow will be ok.
            That’s what the old man said.

He said he didn’t care if my back hurt, if I had a headache,
if I was hungover, if I was hungry.
            We need a poem to make sure tomorrow’s ok.

I took a step back; seemed like a lot of pressure.
            These are just some words; tomorrow probably isn’t going to be ok, anyway.

He took a step forward.
            Then change the words.

Look old man, words are words.
            Besides, nothing is going to change tomorrow.

He smiled. Come back when your words can change tomorrow, or the next day.
            Then I’ll listen.