Now dreading what must come to pass,
Tomorrow morning fast descends,
Return to daily life at last,
Thus my recuperation ends.
I must bear up and soon rejoin,
The living world of active souls,
This earth spins by the weight of coins,
Such contribution is my role.
And so no time for further rest,
Or sympathies be entertained.
Yet doubt surrounds this toiler's test,
Shall I succeed or strive in vain?
Will my revival triumph best,
Or just revive fresh scars and pain?
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
6/26/11
