Another Day, Going Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

Another Day, Going



I see another day, going.
The late shining sun
Is strecthing it's shadow fingers
Across my way.
Wondering again why?
Why must the day end
With the idea,
The feeling, that
It's just another day
............gone,
Undone?

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