So Many Notebooks

So many notebooks,

Left unwritten,

Thoughts and feelings,


Pain and worry,

And disappointment;

Things that matter not

To the outside world;

To a life indifferent.

So many notebooks,

Never to be used,

Things we cannot say:

Problems, troubles,

Time takes over:

So much to do.

Yet nothing,

Nothing to remember,

Nothing to think,

For thoughts are left,

And lost among the doubts.

So many notebooks,

So little time,

To write a memoir,

To write a line,

Or two of poetry.

The End

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