Knowing Nothing Of Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knowing nothing of what tomorrow will bring, hoping it will
be something good or gratifying.
Utmost care taken in the steps to get where I am today.
Indifferent ideas, stacking themselves into moderate stock-
piles after every episode of antique memories.
Rising and falling, never letting go of my inner dreams,
taking them with me into all aspects of life.
Believing in their magic as I write them into prose tonight.
Longing to be introduced into a literature, belonging to
time immemorial.