SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

What Is The Silence Of This Long Day For?

What is the silence of this long day for?
What is the inner nothingness for?
What I am for?
What is my life for?

Once there were days of meaning
And now endless time stretches before me
With nothing to do in it-

Oh to be old and useless
Is not the joy of life
But to not even be able to pretend one is doing something
This is the emptiness which is even worse.

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A useless man(if there is actually a man that you can call uselss) cannot write a poem like this
You have written a poem. That is a success. Ten more make a successful day. Go do it, my friend who is in need of being collegiate.++10