A Poet's Dying Breath
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
The year ends
and I almost contemplate failure,
the things I nearly left undone,
the things I still have to do.
The year ends,
and I think of what will soon be done,
the things not yet assigned
that I can't wait to complete.
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