Evelyn Nec


This Is My Life - Poem by Evelyn Nec

Time makes no sense.

Now it's here, then it's gone

it vanishes like a thief in the dark.

Days are shorter,

Nights are shortest

My schedule is crowded

My mind is confused

I spend hours trying to have things done

I spend days doing nothing

All seems important

All seems to have deadlines now

All is scattered on the floor

I can't pick it all up

I'm drained with conflicting loyalties

My organizer committed suicide

My timetable ran off with the wind

Too much to be done in too little time

Life is long when chasing dreams

Life is short when chasing shadows

I'm scared death will call my name too soon

I'm more scared that even if I'm given 100 years,

I won't get anything done.


Comments about This Is My Life by Evelyn Nec

  • Unwritten Soul (8/21/2012 8:30:00 PM)


    Good poem and it blend with idea and thought...shaped with emotion too...life is like an exam, we need to finish the test within our given time...and the questions are varied and difficult..tricky and hardest..like Thomas said,100years not enough to answer one question with perfectly done_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012



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