Procrastination Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Procrastination
Why is it that I always want to delay
doing the things that heavily weigh?
The longer it takes, the more I muse.
The shame is all the time that I lose.
What if I did the most dreaded chore first?
Then my nervous anxiety would be reversed.
Instead of a rain cloud hanging over my head.
My smile would be radiant and widespread.
Enjoyed this, The lingering of carrying out the most drudging task is always a problem we all have to deal with, Nice write.
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4/25/2024 6:20:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
yes yes yes I'm sitting here instead of doing the laundry :) Good one