poem 2781

October 13, 2010

what do you do when there is nothing you can do.

and your hands are stuck together like glue.

and time has run out for you.

who can you be.

when there is nothing left to see.

and your thoughts have left to flee.

and there is no joy or glee.

where will it end.

will the tides eventually mend.

will your mind completely blend.

becoming homework to comprehend.

i can see it now.

the sweat upon their brow.

a field to sow and plow.

a place for my final bow.

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