SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

A Day Is Gone

A day is gone-
I worked poorly in it-
I somehow had so much time
And wasted the time-

I do not know how many days I have left
But I wasted this one-

Tomorrow is another day
If I get there.

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The precious days are passing by in that way only. And later we all repent when it has already a past.... nice You may read my poem One more day is again a past