Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
Damned if I do, and, damned if I don’t
Always leaving me in a dire quandary
Choices, decisions, this thing or that –
Shall I watch TV? Or do my laundry?
Oh, how I hate to make up my mind
If I could only let it drift, to and fro –
Never deciding or being called to find
A specific thing, which path to follow.
Procrastination seems my only way
Putting off without thinking about it,
Tomorrow will surely be a better day
Perhaps everything will gloriously fit
Maybe I’ll know whether to go or stay
I may have courage to yell, “No way!”
Written August 6, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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