My desk is always littered With things I want to keep; They should be cleared away Before I go to sleep. Announcements of events gone by To tell of death or birth, A greeting from a distant friend; These really have no worth. A picture of a romping pup, A withered wedding rose, A daughter's little copy book; I've many more of those. A husband's useless, loving gift, A small son's trial at art; Of no value to the hand or mind, Their merit's in the heart. My life is always baffled By things I want to do; They cannot be attained Before my life is through. My mind would steer a steady course Directly toward the goal; My heart stops at so many ports For cargo for the soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |