Wasted Time - Poem by Elizabeth Stone
This day is mine and mine alone.
It’s mine to spend however I choose.
I can read or write or dream of Rome
whatever I do, I have nothing to lose.
How blissful it is to have free time
to think and reflect on the life you lived,
to remember the good and everything fine
also the bad and the days when you sinned.
Day has passed and night is falling,
loneliness is creeping into my bone.
My mind is empty and nobody is calling
I wonder how I felt if I wasn’t alone?
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