it occurred to the day
it should be
perhaps
in surplus
decrease expenditure
of the sun
some few hours
reduced
to dim-light
the rest
for review
as time went on
~
I do not
grow
like this
I do not
thrive
barely exist
from bright hour
to bright hour
I have been
down
upon my knees
to plead
but
to diminished light
there is no change
the day
is deaf
to me
the light become so dark
it cannot see
day believes it is
enough
to believe
it is enough
but I wither
by the light
unseen
and die
a little
every hour
and
I fade
who could believe
a day
so
fiscally
restrained
so
hard
so turned away
~
once upon
a lost benevolence
I recall . . .
yes
I recall
the day was bright
with sunshine
~
I sometimes wonder how the sun ate the daylight
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It slips away, doesn’t it?
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A wonderful poem, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie.
Starting to stray to the political, me.
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