Looking at the future trends - tomorrow

and tomorrow; it occurs to me, that

lo! I will not be here to know, but at

some other place, or none, grievous sorrow!

And these events will happen without me

my tutelage, my wise analysis

(I have become well recognized for this!)

But voiceless, rotting in a tomb, I’ll be.

Or in a realm for which I’m less adept

working off the penalties of mortal sin

toting up; where bad I lose, where good I win;

eternity’s arithmetic, my score is kept.

What’s writ now changes not, for all my prayers.

What’s to come, better than the world’s affairs?