Treasure Island

Paul Day


Work That Needs Doing… Later.


Work.
There is always work to be done.
Real work, busy work, work I make for myself.
But it doesn’t need doing right away.
And so I procrastinate.
It will bring stress later on
When it is multiplied.
But I’m okay with that.
Now, the real problem is
That I may take time now to relax and enjoy life,
But the thought of work still lingers
To trouble my mind
And prohibit relaxation.
And still I procrastinate.

Submitted: Sunday, April 26, 2009

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  • Christine Kerr (4/26/2009 6:03:00 PM)

    We must be on the same wave length Paul. The last poem I just finished was House work and I believe my feelings about it was just about the same. 10+++ just for thinking about it. (Report) Reply

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