(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
No Time Left... - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
In the twilight of ones life they dream
of the seeds they have planted and wish
there were more.
The reflect on the difference that had
made and wonder...was it enough?
They are haunted by the thoughts...Could
I have done more? I should have done more!
Why did I not do more?
Perhaps...the answers came late and the
days grew shot...and then...were not.
© Joe Fazio
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