I often feel unfinished
like a painter forgot 
his last few strokes

like a writer never 
divulging his last paragraph
as if there is yet more to come

the promise of that small
but very tangible feeling
like it is dancing 
on the tip of my tongue

yet I will never say the words
never do the deeds
never be the hero
of my own story

I am not finished
I am not done
I have a ways to go
even if I have to walk alone.
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5 thoughts on “In progress

  1. I agree dear Poet.
    “I am not finished
    I am not done
    I have a ways to go
    even if I have to walk alone.”
    I’m going to be 59 years old. I’m still learning. I believe you will find your proper place. Thank you for sharing your poetry and thoughts.

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