Tomorrow Poem by Hannington Mumo

Remain hidden from me the uncertainties of tomorrow;
Whether I’ll have enough or I shall be forced to borrow;
Whether it shall hatch the pregnant egg of dreams,
Or remain hidden from me its esoteric themes.

I fear not the unknown prospects of disaster,
Whether they slow in their coming or race faster;
Ordain upon me eternal bliss of things beyond my ken.
Whether it shall reward my adroit pen
Or shall be swept to perdition before its ink pays,
To mark the end of my sorrowful days.

Tomorrow, the best for you I do hope,
Up with you I’ll endeavor to cope.