Try Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Try

I clean and try
I clean and try

Like a bird by water
Dipping, shaking feather
Clean the racks and shelves
From all my papers…

Drag them off boxes,
Pile them in corners
Or throw in baskets…

Tomorrow is waiting,
Yes, the sun is rising.

It is dawn
It is dawn
It is dawn

Yet cannot recognise
If it is shake of hand
Of friend, or the gun!

The silver will be gold
Am ready for goodbye
Am ready for goodbye

Time has come to depart
Toronto…this big town

Am ready for goodbye
Am ready for goodbye
Am ready for goodbye

It is dawn
It is dawn
It is dawn

Am ready for goodbye
Am ready for goodbye
Am ready for goodbye