Morning Poem, June 13, 2020


Let me think now of all I forgot to do

There were things, I know, that I meant to say

And give to other people

My friends from long ago

Slipped away without my last gift to them

Without my telling them who they were

I could have done so much more

In these last minutes it becomes obvious to me

How rich I was.

copyright 2020

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