Behind

Usually, I fall behind Where I’m supposed to be. One step back (or more), I am In perpetuity. Papers pose in giant piles, Awaiting my perusal. All entreaties for removal Meet with my refusal. Clothes stack up in massive heaps In hushed anticipation – Will the washer or the drawers Be their next destination? Catalogues lay scattershot, Their pages marked and folded. If I were a child, I would expect That I’d be scolded. Luckily, my favorite shows I summon on-demand. Watching them the first time ‘round I never could have planned. Still, I get to everything; I’ve got it all controlled, Although I’m often reading news That’s two or three weeks old!