Tomorrow
Remain hidden from me the uncertainties of tomorrow,
Whether I’ll have enough or shall be forced to borrow;
Whether it shall hatch the pregnant egg of dreams
Or shall remain hidden from me its cabalistic themes.
I fear not the unknown prospect of disaster,
Whether they slow in their coming or race faster;
Ordain upon me eternal bliss of things beyond my ken,
Whether it shall reward my adroit pen
Or shall be swept to perdition before its ink pays,
To mark the end of my sorrowful days.
Tomorrow, the best for you I do hope,
With you I’ll endeavor to cope.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment