Limbo Poem by Hannington Mumo

He wallowed in great uncertainty as the swift years fast elapsed,
For he'd dreamed of becoming a scribe of monstrous fame
But fate's winding wheels seemed to turn against this tall intent,
And worded nuances proved crude beasts too wild to tame.

High professorship might have been for him a lucrative mainstay
Had dimes not carefully eluded his most fertile day;
And a robust career in elite films wherein ordinary blokes shine
Went away with destitute pedigrees that never worked out fine.

A top attorney in the present litigating sorority he'd have made
Had lack and luck not conspired against such a probable break,
And kept him off the oiled prencincts of an upstart's bucks,
And gored him into the very deserts of fat fortune's stiffened neck.

He now must his colossal ambitions trim
As his unwilling stars grow gloatingly dim,
The earlier agile gait now slower gets
As the hitherto cheery face shrinks and frets.

But the sullen scholar must against tough tides swim,
Though inclement currents ripple contrary to his whim.