TOMORROW WILL COME II

E.E. Jacks - Original Art Work - Oil Painting  Price Includes U.S. Shipping and Framing In a crest of empty, long winded orations The sentient self scatters An insidious decay has begun to corrode those already oxidized robes In blind apathy We surrender to the fatigue of old faiths Old men And even older avarice Hope is most certainly the thing that perches in the soul Small and fragile it sits Leaving before the first voice Such grief Such loss Such sorrow Tomorrow will come And with it the red tide ee