Saturday, January 17, 2009


It is not really the Cole Porter song,
rather it is my life.

Days go by,
nights go by,
in an endless stream,
I very often feel as
I am in a sort of dream.
Stringing days, one by one,
like beads, upon a string.
Each day, very much alike,
various colorless shades they seem.
Only the past is with me most.
Of the future there is no host.
Never have I lived in 'Now'.
I really did not know how.
I ever in tomorrow
wished to live,
It seemed to have
much more to give.
Now all my tomorrows
have with me caught up.
There is less within the cup.
Original Poem-2009-CGZ

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