Another Day Of Doing Nothing Poem by Shalom Freedman

The day has gone by
Nothing has been done
There will be billions trillions of days
In which I do nothing

I do not know how many days I have left
In which I could do something
But this day is passing away
Without my having written in it
Until now-

And like so much writing of mine
These lines are more it seems
To appease myself
Than to give anyone else really anything.

Is this then another day
Like so many other days
In which I deluded myself
By thinking I did something?
When I did nothing
Whether I wrote that day
Or not.