There is so much we’re forced to do
Endless tasks can block our view.
On many sides we’re all assailed;
Vital rendezvous derailed!
So, when we’ve masses on our plate
We’re tempted to procrastinate;
A useful word with Latin roots
Which sure as Hell our lifestyles suits!
But is it wise? Why brook delay?
Things can change fast in a day
And “putting off” what must be done
Means dark clouds can hide our sun.
Bills must be paid and forms filled in
As deadlines loom; you cannot win
There is no help for it, I’ve tried
Procrastinate means bumpy ride!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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