SOME DAYS

Some days
You
Wake up
With so much optimism.
So full of,
Hope,
Of the things
You might do today,
Or tomorrow,
Or very soon anyway,
Or in a few weeks,
Or months,
Or next year,
Maybe.
Then you are tackled
By the onrush of NOW!
What everyone needs
From you right now.
By noon,
You need a break,
Just to recover
Some footing.
“Now what was that you were going to do?”
Oh, yes!
Build an empire,
Write a novel,
Lead the assault on hate,
Make love the new politics.
There was a list,
Somewhere,
#$!%#$@!
Damn!
What did you do with that list?