RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wistful Thinking - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
All energy consumed yesterday has been spent in idle wistfulness,
depriving each new day of it's specialness.
Off to outer limits, away from ordinary endeavors, we accept each day
as it comes, wishing afterwards that we had had it longer or could've done more with it.
Wishful thinking takes up an inordinate amount of time, yet we continue expending our energy doing it.
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