The Sun rises in it's blazing radiance, melting away darkness along it's orbital path.
At noon, our clamped jaws gnashed as we stare upon the pile of things we leave undone.
The untempered work.
The unwritten articles.
The unmade calls.
The unsent text messages.
The unpaid visits.
The unsent gifts.
The missed seminars.
The unexpressed care.
The things we leave
undone.
The unshared Love.
The unasked questions.
The unread white paper.
The unmade effort.
The unsaid Prayers.
For life is all too short.
The things we leave undone, gives us a bit of a heartache, at the setting of the fading Sun!
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STOP@dobartim is among those that inspire me to write poems.