L Milton Hankins Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

Who Knows

Surely sunrise will come tomorrow
Perhaps, who knows, I’ll not be here
If so, I’ll have no troubles to borrow,
I’ll be sleeping soundly without fear
Or, I may be climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro.

Written September 11, 2022
Submitted to “Bite Size Poem No 52” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

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Bill Baker September 13, 2022 at 3:55 PM Interesting poem to read, Milt. Good luck in the contest! Bill L Milton Hankins September 13, 2022 at 7:18 PM Ah, one never knows, right?

Caren Krutsinger September 13, 2022 at 6:32 AM That ending line is marvelous! L Milton Hankins September 13, 2022 at 8:39 AM That's how I feel, Caren, as you already know.

Linda Alice Fowler September 12, 2022 at 5:39 PM I am ready for either, or both. Sign me up! Linda L Milton Hankins September 12, 2022 at 7:04 PM (chuckling) Well, I hope we're both here for many more, but, I can handle any eventuality, right?

Michael Tor September 12, 2022 at 3:43 AM Lets hope you are here. Who will I read? Thanks for shairng Milton... L Milton Hankins September 12, 2022 at 8:04 AM Aw, I'm sure you'll find better than me to read.

Julie Rodeheaver September 11, 2022 at 10:45 PM Sounds fun climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro. I’d rather do that than go to sleep and not wake up. Enjoyed reading this poem. :) L Milton Hankins September 12, 2022 at 8:04 AM Julie, once we leave this dimension there will be no limit to what we can do. It is this body that limits us.