Washing my laundry, I thought—
The time I have wasted.
I should have invested it
in my studies while the year was young,
or employed it in a way so as to
be of help to others.
But now it’s gone with the water
and the soap.
Gone forever,
like the letters I never wrote,
the cards I never sent,
and the love I never showed.
1987-88 ~ This was written on an ordinary day while sitting in the laundry room some time during my sophomore year in college. The water from the washing machines emptied into a trench built into the floor and down a central drain, such that I could sit there and watch the sudsy river flow as the wash cycle finished. The view caused me to think of opportunities that have disappeared as suddenly as the soap suds.
TBT: Just for the fun of it, I’m going to share my really old poems on Thursdays. Don’t laugh. I was young….
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Thank you for sharing.
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Anytime and always.
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Perfectly expressed!
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Thank you, Jael!
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Most welcome always, dear ❤
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