Procrastination.
I meant to work with elderly folks my good deed for the day
Somehow I put it off...maybe another day.
I meant to study the holy books upon the dusty shelf
Covered now in dust and grime, waiting to teach this mind.
I meant to write a poem today, at least t'was on my mind
But now the day has sped on by, my poem lost to time.
I meant to kick that awful habit, my daily dose of drink
Maybe I’ll try again tomorrow since today is on the blink.
I meant to spread a little love, share with someone today
But I really wasn’t up to it, perhaps another day.
I meant to sleep tonight in a bed warm and snug
But all I had was a sleepless night, drunk upon the rug.
I meant to have a special day after all my tasks were done,
I mean to try once more before the 'morrow's sun
For now I know …. regret….remorse….. I wish….and if onlys ,
Never, ever get things done.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007
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