THERE IS NO TIME FOR A POEM
There is no time for a poem,
The tasks of life demand attention-
Perhaps later in the day
There will come a time
To wait and think and contemplate and dream
And listen
To the poem that has been waiting
And wants to come.
But perhaps not
And today like yesterday
Will be one
In which
There is no time for a poem
And life seems somewhat more empty
And more meaningless.
I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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