Futuristic Gaze Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

If I knew my tomorrow, I would indeed give it name
A name so glorious and marvellous to utter
I would gather all my yesterday
To gather recyclables on one side and dispensable on the other
My today would be very rich lacking nothing in resources
I would have a glorious and everlasting tomorrow

Today's now is wasted in profligacy
Procrastination the cankerworm eating away at the foundations of tomorrow
Arrogance born out of ignorance robs today of her wings
For yesterday has founded today and today projects tomorrow
A yesterday of falsehoods is sickness to the newly born and sorrow to the old aged
Pack up your bags and fix your sandals for the journey is long.



Phillip Nine Mafunga
10 October 2019