A short poem about procrastinating.
|Should I write it should I not..?
That’s a minute I’ve just bought.
Anything to go astray,
Hold it, stop it, wait, delay.
Just a poem - what’s the deal?
Trying not to write or feel?
‘morrow ain't a guarantee,
Act right now, it’s fight or flee.
Flee it is - that’s just my nature,
Call it my life signature.
‘maybe’ my adopted motto;
Pilot missing, pulse on auto.
Now’s tomorrow, is it done?
Surprisingly - and it was fun.
Learnt there’s now, and never later.
Kudos to you, procrastinator.