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Procrastination Assassination
How not to be fulfilled…
A sonnet for those who tend to daydream
It’s morning, and my plans are all in place.
My writing, in my mind is etched, but now,
For just a sec, my emails I will trace,
And then a Facebook view, just short, I trow!
But all too soon the eve is here for sure.
The stars above remind me this is so.
And now my daily rage I must endure.
My distraction has become my greatest foe
Achieved the things I’d planned? I answer, no.
Tomorrow I have planned with better care.
But my timeline now is harried and I know,
To reach my quota, I’ve no time to stare.
’Tis Friday now. Five working days are done.
My output for this week much more than sad.
And life is racing by. I can’t catch up.
Five days I’ll ne’er reclaim, and that is bad.
I fear I am a failure, what to do?
Next week, perhaps, I’ll start my plans anew.
