Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

A Day Is Ending and Nothing Has Been Done


A day is ending
And nothing has been done
It is possible to try and rush
But perhaps it is better to give a day to nothingness
So many days have already been given to nothingness
And perhaps all the days will one day be given to it-

A day is ending
No work has been done
There was time
So much time
And all of it was wasted-

One day into nothing
Perhaps the next day
Fueled by guilt
Will be work for more than one day
Perhaps -

The day is ending
And a poem has been written about the nothingness of this day
A day in which one small poem has been written
And one thing has been done.

Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2012
Edited: Monday, November 12, 2012

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