I can’t tell you what day it is, a poem.

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Personal Mysticism, PoetryTags:, , , ,

I used to think it
was yesterday,
but my calendar tells
it’s today.

But today is rather gloomy,
with pictures of past
winters,
faded old leaves
under the snow….

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.