Waiting for Tomorrow

 
My ashtray drips with burnt cigars
"The patient dog eats the fattest bone"
But my broken teeth had dampened
The taste for such delicacies.
But I was once young, handsome, passionate.

I was told of a day of prophecy
When things would get better
And we became leaders-
"Leaders of tomorrow".
The teachers and clerics said so,
The government in their speeches and publishings.
Even our parents.
Did they lie?

Yesterday I was young
Today I am old and disillusioned.
Burnt cigars, ashtrays
and grave distaste for everything.
When is the day of prophecy ?
When does tomorrow come?