Passed On

The day has passed, as many have
Time wasted and ignored
Potential wasted, thrown away
Not even a memory stored

At the time, it was too hard
To wake myself up for a change
So I sat, not content just bored
Any task, was too far out of range

So I sit empty now, with only regret
That nothing was done that day
Filled with sadness, knowing I let
pass a future with something to say

Days still go by, too many I see
Nothing gained, and something missed
The only work required for me?
To start the future with a better list

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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