Procrastination
Lying down on the couch listless
Just one hour after a good night's sleep.
Nothing which must be done.
Everything can wait until later
Even tomorrow, or even the day after.
I don't feel guilty.
I am retired.
I've paid my dues.
I need to set up my hammock
To take my naps
But even that can wait.
And it has
For five years now.
- Author: nancy akbari ( Offline)
- Published: May 19th, 2017 15:29
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is really 100% me.
- Category: Humor
- Views: 28
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