Procrastination - Poem by Edwina Reizer
When my day is done and I reflect
there is always something I detect
that I didn't accomplish on this day.
I try to vow on the next day at dawn
to get it done before that day's gone.
And if I don't it's then I say
'Procrastination is an excuse.'
But even that doesn't produce
the desired result in any way.
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