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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 ...

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Poem 291: Frantic

It all comes down to now
every moment gone and past
every goal I've reached to get
every step I've sought to leap
It all comes down to now
will I pass or be passed by
will tears of joy or pain be cried
will I stammer or feel peace inside
It all comes down to now
as I wait I pray for strength
as moments pass my thoughts find gain
as clock hands turn my nerves recede
for now I see 
beyond the point
of what this 'now' may bring.

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