Treasure Island

Denis Kucharski

(November 17,1976 / Medina, Ohio)

My Last Day of Work


It was my last day of work
It had to come to an end
That comfortable job
Now long gone
And with it so many memories
My apprenticeship
And now, I
Here in my place
Looking to tomorrow
Trying to find for myself
Something of meaning
Something that matters

When I was a kid
I thought the answers would find me
And now I've realized
I'm no closer
To meaning than I was before
Except I'm just a little older now

I hope I can hold onto tomorrow
Before the present
Slips into eternity.

Submitted: Sunday, March 04, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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