Hannington Mumo Poems

A youth unbowed by failure's storms
Upon this world still roams,
Hoping to cling to the prospect of uncertain chance,
That dwindles as he continues to grope in trance,
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A sturdy heart by sorrow unbent
And a staunch will by solitude not weathered,
That rose from failure to failure without relent
To sit upon the pedestal of the world unfettered;
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DAY AND NIGHT

Day and night must testify of my labors,
And have to appraise the passing of hours
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I must swear the oath of toil,
And adjust my wicks to kiss the oil
That my lamps may stay aglow
Amidst the pervasive darkness that clothes all.
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I guess you know of a bit of biblical stuff
About the early morning of some Monday,
When John and Peter found it tough
Outrunning each other to the Christ's tomb.
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Afresh my motion has to begin.
Again my wings of toil have to flap;
A tinker's task to reshape my heart benign
To quench the gaping chasm and fill the gap;
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Leave alone that one you saw,
I have more beneath the hidden veneer;
Care not about what you heard
And mind not that's near,
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I'm him about whom long tales are wound;
The young chap who wears faded blue
And whose fame has ruled every musical sound;
The blessed youth of a righteous walk.
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