Wicker Basket

[This is a revision of last night’s poem. Time’s Account. I’d like to show some of my thought processes as my poems evolve. I’m always surprised how much changes from step to step. I’d be interested in your feedback as you do a comparison.]

The morning began silently.
My wicker basket was empty again.
This vessel holds memories of the good I’ve done.
I awoke ready to smile through the day.

The basket overflows as I move ahead.
My afternoon resolve is always rewarded.
I have come close to perfection again.
I have given my day to those around me.

Now evening has come.
The rising moon sorts out my rewards.
The memories tumble out;
My dreams review the day.

When morning returns,
I will have a clean basket again.
I look forward to filling it one more time.
I look forward to sharing my love.
I look forward to finding new friends.
Each day I look forward to life.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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