April Poem-A-Day Challenge   Day 30


prompt: finished/never finished

It's only when I think
I'm doomed to die
tomorrow that I regret
the unfinished memoirs,
the poems never discovered
in others' conversations
the paper that clogs every
drawer, shelf, table top.

Luckily, my diagnoses
are refuted by the doctor
highly qualified and 
unquestionably right.
I continue squirelling away
my precious impressions
against another
hungry-for-a-future day.