From Sonnets From Later Life 1981 – 1993. 5-6 May 1992
To My Desktopby Kenneth BouldingMy desktop is an appalling clutterOf things unread, unanswered, every oneReminding of things I haven’t done,Of thought unthought and words I didn’t utter.And all I ever seem to do is putter.I deal with some things, then what seems a tonOf mail comes in – I’m tempted then to run,My mind feels like an overflowing gutter.I can’t decide whether I need more timeOr do I need a more determined will?But change in Will’s an order hard to fill,And nothing stops the clock’s relentless chime.But whether I can find the will – oh, well!That is a story only time can tell.
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