All River Sage Sonnets
ALL I CAN DO
So many little things remain undone,
Which needed doing, but I did not do.
And hence with concentration one by one
I count them and my undoing’s I rue
So many words of thanks and compliments
Which should have given pleasure were unsaid.
So many times due to arguments
The letters were unopened or unread.
The answers were unwritten unrelayed
What weakness hampered me and held my hand
That countless little debts remain unpaid,
By all ill-ominous winds, I have been waylaid,
All I can do is to forget this and try
To undo my undoing’s by and by.