Poetry

Every day is named and numbered

by Carol Nelson

                  Brilliant Shakespeare had it wrong.
                  We don't sleep "perchance to dream."
                  We dream perchance to wake.
                  TO WAKE!
                  To wake to see
                  The sun come up!
                  The moon come out!
                  The flowers bloom!
                  I didn't know at seventeen
                  What "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrows" mean.
                  But at seventy-two,
                  I do.


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