People say, ‘What are you doing these days? What are you working on?’
I think for a moment or two.

The question interests me. What am I doing these
days?
How odd that I haven’t a clue.

Right now, of course, I’m working on this poem,
With just a few more lines to go.

But tomorrow someone will ask me, ‘What are you up
to these days? What are you working on?’
And I still won’t know.

This poem kind of speaks my mind of the present situation. I am not doing much lately. I don’t know what I am going to do.

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