Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Procrastination

I heard a distant voice on the eve of a new year.
It may be I dreamed it, but I’m unsure that’s so.
The voice softly said I will soon leave this sphere.
But first there are things to make right ’ere I go. 

My mind replayed shameful scenes from yore—
The lies I told about others, my habit to covet.
The candy I stole from a neighborhood store. 
The insults I fumed that made egos plummet. 

“You see, my aged friend, you have work to do.”
I had to admit that the voice had my number.
Dishonorable deeds of my past were too true.
Ah, but it was only a dream, for still I slumber.

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Poet Destroyer A April 26, 2015 at 7:54 PM I hope you got the soup mail... Paul Schneiter April 26, 2015 at 8:44 PM Indeed I did. Thank you! I responded, but I hope it went through. Please let me know if it didn't (I wasn't able to verify that it was sent).

Poet Destroyer A April 26, 2015 at 7:47 PM Paul, I know your name very well. I don't comment as much. ..Soup mail

Poet Destroyer A April 26, 2015 at 4:55 PM and it is not X-Mass, and here I am reading this one again.. Paul Schneiter April 26, 2015 at 7:25 PM Linda, I confess that I can't remember writing this, but I'm pleased/honored that you revisited it. Your words never fail to attract my attention, and to cause me to hold what you say in high regard. Thank you.

Poet Destroyer A April 26, 2015 at 4:54 PM Hello Paul, I'm now reading the bottom reply to my comment. Why thank you, I think the Santa Hat, enjoyed being on my head... LOL..Kidding, I don't know why I said that. Anyways, it is a nice compliment. LINDA Paul Schneiter April 26, 2015 at 7:31 PM My Mother told me to always tell the truth, and so I was simply complying with her counsel. You DID look charming in that Santa hat; hence, you fully deserved the compliment.

John Fleming January 5, 2015 at 11:13 AM Love the poem, and that title...Procrastination!!! :) john. Paul Schneiter April 26, 2015 at 7:45 PM John, please forgive me for my tardiness in acknowledging your kind and gracious comment. I keep having "senior moments" that tend to make me an unreliable cyberspace correspondent (ah, the wages of age). I apologize and trust that you will understand. The poem's title, though, is certainly rich in irony.

Poet Destroyer A December 26, 2014 at 8:32 PM Paul, wow, what a dream, it's as if even then you can repress your past. Enjoyed, Hope your Christmas was a blessed one. Linda Paul Schneiter December 26, 2014 at 8:46 PM It's characteristically kind of you to take time to comment. Thank you. * * * Now, to something more important: You look charming in that Santa Claus hat.