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About This Poem
Tomorrows Ago
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Today is those imagined tomorrows of duties,
of worries, of hurries, of crucial affairs,
tomorrows of what ifs, tomorrows of what's expected,
tomorrows of plans and dreams always lekker.
It's today and nothing is left of them.
Abstract days irremediably lost in their even sequence
of postponed and neglected instants...moments, and life itself
Through airy memories, I contemplate alone my existence:
the untaken risks, unspoken words, unseen sunsets...
At the ultimate point of this untraveled journey,
and facing up to elusive days,
I'm not able to accuse their ephemeral significance or purpose
I lived in tomorrows; and the imminent future... ay! never arrived.
Fictional
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