Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

The Soul Does Not Know If It's Dying - Poem by Mike Finley

until very late
until then every day is a day
every step is the way forward
no worries and no regrets

it is only toward the end
that it withdraws so as not
to be a bother, and there may
be a moment of perplexity

why aren't I able to do this

but it is a question asked
as if from afar
because night is coming
then glorious day

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 2, 2008


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