"The Unfinished"
What a dreadful feeling
Of doing nothing
While the clock ticks on
You'll be alone
Sitting and thinking
Of yesterday's loan
And of tomorrow's sorrow.
As you muse and yawn
Daydreaming of anything
That you ought to do,
And aim to be ,
In a moment's due.
It's that dreadful feeling
As time flies by
You thought you're willing
As you ponder and sigh
About the books you'll publish
The beauty you'll soon unleash
And because you're tired
You said "Sheesh,
Another poem unfinished."
And you ruin your train of thoughts.
-October 13, 2012
