procrastination wanted to be my name.
my esteem threatened to be as wee as an elf.
trying to better myself was the game.
i tried shadowboxing with myself.
hey, i started to be on time one day.
i patted myself on the back.
i got a make over, by the way,
and cut myself some slack.
random acts of kindness took work,
but i found i was glad to do it.
complaining less nearly drove me berserk,
but it did help to increase my wit.
being human still makes me meek and fallible.
i just try to make amends and smile.
my esteem is now eye-height and tangible.
saying sage quotes as a winner is my style.