I Wait
I
Wait
This
ever-rising price I pay
When
I say “I’ll decide someday
But
not today,
Now
go away.”
I
wait on work and choose to play.
Procrastination
is my theme
I
use both day and night to dream
Of
what I could
Do
if I would.
I
wait and think my mind supreme.
Nothing
could make me care enough
To
smooth the way which now is rough
And
by the deed
Help
one in need.
I
wait and call time’s passing bluff.
I
do not make the time to go
And
visit one who loves so
‘Till
chances gone
And
they’ve pass on.
I
wait and miss the good I owe.
If
I would loose these feet of clay
And
draw my sword to join the fray
Then
I would gain
In
spite of pain.
I
wait – this is the price I pay.
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This poem is great! It really drives home the idea of procrastination, something I can very much identify with...*sheepish grin*
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