Your Poetry Dot Com - The List Not Made

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as she watched her children play-
Oprah droned and flies buzzed,
just another day.

The mail came,
the box clanked,
steps faded as she gathered
the white coffins of the unread,
thrown on a heap of same.

The list not made
of things not done
grew one line longer-
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The List Not Made
Date: Saturday, 4th April 2015 @ 02:47:32 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno

She twirled her hair
as she watched her children play-
Oprah droned and flies buzzed,
just another day.

The mail came,
the box clanked,
steps faded as she gathered
the white coffins of the unread,
thrown on a heap of same.

The list not made
of things not done
grew one line longer-
just another day.

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