I wrote a poem called Procrastination last week but did not finish it……Only kidding. Here it is.
Poem Procrastination
Some say procrastination is a four-syllable word for sloth.
Perhaps it is, let me think about it and I’ll get back to you with my thoughts.
Some say procrastination is self-sabotage in disguise.
Perhaps it is, but let me ponder upon that and surmise.
Some say procrastination is putting off things till tomorrow.
Perhaps it is, and I can get back to you, in the morrow.
Some say procrastination is mind constipation.
Perhaps it is and I need some laxative tea as a libation.
Some say procrastination is a superpower.
Perhaps it is, but I can’t stand the guilt, every hour.
Some say to overcome procrastination I need to set clear goals.
But being so organised obliterates my soul.
Daydreaming and distractions mean I am a last-minute gal.
I regularly disappear down rabbit holes of wonderland.
I cogitate, prevaricate, and consider my options.
With procrastination, I still get to my destination, with a smile and a coffee.
By
Adele Leahy
