The Echo of Tomorrow

Here's a heartfelt poem that speaks to the soul, evoking deep emotions and reflection:

I met a man with tired eyes,

his hands were calloused, rough, yet wise.

He smiled like someone who had known

the weight of love, the ache of alone.

He whispered soft, “Child, take your time,

life isn’t measured by mountain climbs.

It’s in the moments—small, unseen,

the laugh of a friend, the hush in between.”

I met a woman with silver hair,

her lips had kissed both hope and despair.

She held my hand and said, “You’ll see,

what’s lost in time still lives in me.”

She traced the wrinkles on her skin,

and whispered, “Love was here, within.

Not in diamonds, nor in gold,

but in stories, soft and old.”

I met a child with starlit eyes,

who chased the wind and kissed the skies.

She danced with dreams as if they knew

tomorrow's light was hers to choose.

She laughed, “Oh, grown-ups always weep,

they trade their wings for things to keep.

But I will run where wild things play,

and keep my magic every day.”

And as they left, I stood alone,

three echoes carved into my bones.

The past, the now, the yet-to-be,

all whispering—“Live. Be free.”

I hope this poem lingers in your heart and invites you to read it again and again. 😊