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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Poem 181: Plum-Tuckered-Out

It's true what they say:
you can't go all day
and then suddenly stop
and not feel plum-tuckered-out.

It doesn't matter if you try.
Though nothing I can say
would stop your attempt to beat fate,
know: I lose this battle every day.

Run, go, do, try
avoid, pluck, jog, pry
take, give, prevail, win
laugh, talk, walk, cry

Living life seems to me
to be a pitfall in time.
Its the cruel irony of  U.S. humanity
This clock-run, ""free," timed-life.



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