F: Dreading The Dangers Of Tomorrow Poem by Margaret Alice

Tomorrow I have to string
that grey list together
I have to sing the tune
of a President’s letter
I have to stare at a desk
littered with old papers
entrusted to me
for the exalted task of
filing – I promised myself
I would concentrate
on official tasks only
no books on the sideline
no Internet sites
checked on the sly

These lofty ideals
are messing me up
even before the advent
of such sorrow – oh what the heck
I shall once again
fall into temptation –
if I make my peace
with my usual lack of diligence
maybe I could fall asleep
instead of dreading
the dangers of
tomorrow