Standing at my window
Reluctant to go
For I know
Not how long I shall be here.
Not quite half-way through the year.
May is love and birds
And erratic words
That fall
As the passing sunlight upon my wall.
Tomorrow will come (probably for me)
And I shall see
The sun’s rays fall
Upon this wall
But I know not
What tomorrow has in store …
K Morris - Poet 
Ah yes. The uncertainty of everything. And the musing. Lovely
Thank you. I am delighted that you like my poem and, as you say everything is uncertain.