poem of the day January 27 

I wish

I lived 

in a time

When words

When ideas

were young

Had not 

been used

over and over

again and again

in poems written

by poets, women 

and ordinary men

When each thought 

was fresh, just 

thought of on the spot

Brand spanking new

had not been dissected 

in a million essays or two

Cause it all boils down 

when refined by the math

to the first question ever asked

It was the one written

and posed throughout 

all of humanity 

The question of course

To Be or Not to Be?