Let me sweep off this pile These lists Broken habits Scraps of promises I meant to keep Unfinished errands Goals far too lofty Wants, aspirations Visions, and needs
Let me start over Blank sheet of paper Draw up another list Fill it with faith Mourn all my misdeeds Unfinished business Look to the future The most perfect place.
September 17th, 2018 I wrote this poem after looking at the scraps of paper at my work desk, scraps filled with lists and goals I had set for myself that I had only half completed. I was filled with disgust and wanted to sweep the papers into the garbage. This poem ensued.