TOMORROW

While drifting through my shallow world

I stop

And ponder

Upon things I cannot understand.



I try to comprehend all I see

And yet

I can't...

My feeble mind represses me.



Someday, someone may break the bonds

That hold...

That strangle...

That cut off knowledge of things yet to be discovered.



But I must go on, nescient of all

That is

Beyond

My own realm of comprehension.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written March 2, 1962

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Shaketa Copelin's picture

this was awesome, and I loved it.