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Poem 1: A Beginning

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 ...

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Poem 302: Yesterday

Yesterday has simply gone
it's blown into the wind
somehow the time has disappeared
without a start or end
and now today has come to be
and almost is complete
how did the clock turn all those times
without me getting sleep?

Yesterday has simply gone
there's no record to trace
the minutes drowned beneath the day
the seconds washed away
and now today is almost through
there's nothing left to keep
I wonder if my life lived well
with oh so little sleep? 

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